‘stands’ at Arena

stands at arena

Last night was the live performance part of the ‘stands’ exhibition at the Arena Gallery. There were 6 activities at various locations. Seems not many people could be bothered to come along which is a shame but your intrepid blogger braved the windy weather, camera in hand and completed the rather tiring circuit, returning to Arena for refreshments but no seats! My poor weary legs.
As soon as I got there people kept telling me I should visit the toilet before setting off. I saw why when I got there as the first ‘piece’ by Rosie Farrell was a toilet attendant who welcomes me and later passes me the soap and towels and offers me a lollipop!
Meanwhile in the ground floor gallery space The Fine Art Service Industry was performing as The Modern Quartet. There’s only 1 person though, the audience are invited to pick up an instrument and join in. He’s quite an accomplished guitar player.
Next was the derelict and unsafe-looking 50a Duke Street where Kim Simons was lying on the floor with an old door resting on top her. She wasn’t moving but would cough occasionally, probably because of all the dust.
The Pier Head next, I’m sure a few people didn’t make it that far and I bet the artist Natasha Morris was wishing she’d chosen somewhere warmer too. She was sitting at the entrance to the ferry terminal wearing very summery clothing and reading a book. I’m told that the whole outfit, book and all, were items she’d claimed as free gifts from magazines during the month of August.
Up to Seel Street car park now and in a side alley Becca Thomas is knitting a multi-coloured scarf in the gloom. She’ll have to stop soon, its getting too dark. The scarf stretches for about 50 metres through the litter and puddles.
Normally I wouldn’t recommend a performance artist to sit on the steps of St Lukes late on a Friday night as they are likely to get mistaken for a dipsomaniac and get moved on or worse. But the road-works have made this area an impenetrable fortress so Llana Mitchell was quite safe as she handed me some peanuts. She explained before she opened the peanut shell that I would see something I’d never seen before and once I’d eaten them they’d never be seen again. Very profound (and tasty).
So that was a bit of fun and good exercise too. There will be an exhibition of the documentary traces in the gallery from Wednesday Sept. 28th until Oct. 12th.
More photographs here.