Textommendation

A sideways David Neumann for the New Yorker this week ➰

“A practice of growing a new body, as one would grow a plant” - says Luciana about her project, and this pretty much covers the most important part of what you witness. There is no “performance” here: it’s more like a meditative, trans-like state that the performers (what else to call them?) experience and externalize in their movement. The whole thing is not easy to find unless you know what you are looking for: in a crazy town like ours people rolling on the pavement can be considered totally within the frame of the consensus reality. But what if it goes on for forty minutes? For almost two hours? If you decide to stay and watch, you become a part of it, unwillingly and inevitably, because you exist in the same space The Pleasure Project is overtaking. Even if you don’t move much, for the scores of hurried passersby you are one of them graceful zombies – because your time slows down like theirs. Quite unusual and, in a way, magical experience. I look forward to seeing more of this, outdoors and indoors when Luciana Achugar  comes to JACK in September.