On Another Level
PEPA as part of AccionMAD
Madrid Spain
November 2019
A collaboration with Randy Gledhill.
My friend/colleague Randy lives in Vancouver, Canada on 10 hours time difference with me. When he is awake I am sleeping, when I am wake enough to call him he is dreaming. Still, we can work together.
Because of being in Spain, Randy was totally in to Don Quixote, so he started our action with trying to pull a tiny bucket on a string towards a mini donkey. It took him some time. Then he placed a Quixotic helmet (everybody could see it was a pan...) on his head and started to blacken his mustache. I was standing on the balcony above him with a bag containing two kilos of peas. First one pea, then a few more... nice sound on the pan. But the best sound came when the bag was emptied to the great excitement of the audience and the chagrin of the organizers.
I came down to sniff the artworks on the wall. Randy started to sniff the audience, some of the audience sniffed him. I went backstage to get the prepared stick with a level attached. We taped each end of the stick to our heads and tried to be level but Randy is shorter than me. We took a ladder and he went one up but that was too much. I took a stool and he climbed higher... still negative. We tried a lot of things but to no avail. Then we went outside, remembering that the street in front of the gallery sloped down. I went first, we stood in front of the gallery window: level as hell.
Madrid Spain
November 2019
A collaboration with Randy Gledhill.
My friend/colleague Randy lives in Vancouver, Canada on 10 hours time difference with me. When he is awake I am sleeping, when I am wake enough to call him he is dreaming. Still, we can work together.
Because of being in Spain, Randy was totally in to Don Quixote, so he started our action with trying to pull a tiny bucket on a string towards a mini donkey. It took him some time. Then he placed a Quixotic helmet (everybody could see it was a pan...) on his head and started to blacken his mustache. I was standing on the balcony above him with a bag containing two kilos of peas. First one pea, then a few more... nice sound on the pan. But the best sound came when the bag was emptied to the great excitement of the audience and the chagrin of the organizers.
I came down to sniff the artworks on the wall. Randy started to sniff the audience, some of the audience sniffed him. I went backstage to get the prepared stick with a level attached. We taped each end of the stick to our heads and tried to be level but Randy is shorter than me. We took a ladder and he went one up but that was too much. I took a stool and he climbed higher... still negative. We tried a lot of things but to no avail. Then we went outside, remembering that the street in front of the gallery sloped down. I went first, we stood in front of the gallery window: level as hell.
not yet level...
