Performance Art, Folks! Give It A Big Hand…

“I’m going to tie a string to an object outside of the museum and anchor it to an object inside to indicate a route that’s significant to me,” says Carmen Papalia, an artist-in-residence at the V&A museum in London.

He calls himself a non-visual learner – though others would say he’s blind. When finding his way around, he doesn’t like using a white cane – he thinks it is too symbolic of being blind. Instead he enjoys discovering other ways of navigating and learning about his surroundings.

Good lord! I think readers of David Thompson’s excellent blog will have a good idea what’s coming

“I’ll lay bubble-wrap on the floor and on objects I might walk into,” he says. Everyone likes walking on bubble wrap, he adds, because it makes a noise when you step on it.

Papalia calls his approach to orientation “creative way-finding”, and he’s been practising for a while.

It might be ‘creative’, chum but it’s not really practical, is it?

His most innovative way-finding performance came when he took a stroll around the Californian city of Santa Ana, with nothing to guide him but a marching band, and no prior knowledge of the town. The band reflected Papalia’s walking speed in its timing and played pre-arranged tunes or sounds to warn of obstacles, steps, trees and traffic.

“I ended up wandering into buildings, restaurants, and all sorts of things, with the band following me,” he tells Ouch’s talk show.

Hey, it’s California. I’m sure it’s far from the strangest sight they’ve ever seen…

During his time at the V&A he will be attempting a similar cane-less feat, wandering its seven miles of galleries guided only by a radio-effects artist who is used to smashing pineapples or rustling newspapers to create meaningful dramatic audio.

“She’s going to anticipate my collisions with precious objects in the museum, and then she’s going to make sounds that illustrate impact,” says Papalia.

Like the sound of a P45 dropping through your letterbox when the museum’s insurers get wind of this?

Papalia, who is from Vancouver, Canada, says the residency at the London museum is going well but he still can’t easily navigate the huge space.

A previous performance art piece saw Papalia cross a busy street whilst wielding a 4.5m-long white cane – three metres longer than usual. He says it was unhelpful as a mobility aid but fellow pedestrians moved quickly out of his path. He says he did it from a “place of antagonism”, adding his strongly-held belief that the white cane is “connected to an institution that has particular goals around identification, rehabilitation and independence.”

I wonder how the vociferous disability groups view Papalia’s attempts at performance art?

4 comments for “Performance Art, Folks! Give It A Big Hand…

  1. john in cheshire
    March 16, 2015 at 11:10 am

    I suppose the longsuffering taxpayer is having his pocket raided to fund this rubbish? Oh, and why do we have to import a foreigner to make a fool of himself, don’t we have any home grown blind fools?

  2. Bucko
    March 16, 2015 at 1:54 pm

    When finding my way around I do use a cane. I find not doing so to be too symbolic of not being blind.

  3. March 17, 2015 at 12:37 am

    I carry a walking stick. I shake it at people. As I do not walk too well these days, I am thinking of carrying a shovel and just leaning on it, to create a symbolic connection to the working man. I may even apply for a Grant from the city council (better chance there) as a silent poem showing my grief over loss of productivity as a pensioner.

  4. Hereward unbowed.
    March 17, 2015 at 1:03 am

    Performance art?

    Dunno, it’s all shite to me.

    I think a certain PM’s wife laughs loudest, “see that pile of shit in there and they pay us £millions to exhibit it, a fool and his dosh eh…. especially when we turn the tape on and it makes joined up noise!”

    Then.

    There’s Margates’ wonder woman and that prat and soaked in formaldehyde – how loud must be the bellows be and in gales surely – at the world’s endless yearning to prove their financial profligacy – pay………. for a soiled bed strewn with fag ends and empty fag packets?

    For fucking crying out loud.

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