I documented Aleta Hayes and The Chocolate Heads‘ Space Launch thing at McMurtry, and it’s exactly the kind of beautiful, ridiculous, necessary chaos that makes you remember why live art matters. They’re building these chocolate head sculptures like some kind of collective ritual… tactile, ephemeral, with that Warhol meets launch pad energy where high concept crashes into actual human hands getting dirty with cocoa and wild ambition. This is what happens when you give artists space and permission to get weird: performance stops being polite and starts becoming something you can taste, touch, and lose yourself in. You want to see what collaborative spectacle looks like when it’s actually allowed to breathe? The documentation is here. It’s not asking for your approval, it already left the atmosphere while you were deciding whether to pay attention.
The modern artist is living in a mechanical age and we have a mechanical means of representing objects in nature such as the camera and photograph. The modern artist, it seems to me, is working and expressing an inner world – in other words – expressing the energy, the motion and the other inner forces… the modern artist is working with space and time, and expressing his feelings rather than illustrating.
Jackson Pollock