Aleta Hayes and The Chocolate Heads are building Ghost Architecture, and I’m here trying to capture what happens when sculptural performance becomes something between séance and construction site. It’s ephemeral by design, chocolate edifices that exist in that sweet between solid and melting, between here and gone, like memory made tactile. This is the kind of work that doesn’t apologize for being strange or temporary or impossible to collect; it just is, fully committed to itsown beautiful impermanence. Aleta and her collaborators, including me, are constructing fragile monuments to absence, to the structures we build and lose and mourn. You want to see what happens when art stops trying to last forever and starts living hard in the moment? ☞ Here’s the evidence ☜ It’ll be gone soon enough, but right now it’s everything.
Dress Rehearsal for Chocolate Heads’ performance to celebrate the re-opening of Roble Hall for Stanford University’s Department of Theater and Performance Studies (Stanford TAPS)