this is a performance by trenton garratt. it will be performed on the following dates from 11am - 4pm:
Sunday 1 August
Sunday 8 August
Sunday 15 August
as part of "knowing you, knowing me: new artists show 2010"
at artspace, 300 karangahape rd, 10 July - 21 August.
when we went to see this performance the sandwich board sign wasn't on the street, so I wasn't sure the gallery was open as it isn't usually on sundays. but the door was open. as we walked in there was a deflated pillow of a cask-wine bag on the ground that made me chuckle.
upon entering trenton greeted us, almost as if the gallery was his home and he played a kind of host-like role throughout. he asked us if we had come to hear the reading and apologised for the smell of the urine that liberally laced the ramp that lead up to the exterior of the gallery (and later mentioned it was a vestige, just like a drawing).
then we sat down on some custom-built wooden stools and listened to trenton read us a story. it was a peter carey story from an anthology called "exotic pleasures." trenton's (or peter carey's) story was about a mime artist, the nature of performance and re-enactment.
conversation followed. this distressed my companion who said that the performance should have ended when the story did, that performance artists should remain mysterious... the discussion ranged across all kinds of topics, another reviewer has mentioned the repetitive nature of this performance, trenton himself corroborated, telling me that he had had the same exact conversation about three times.
topics of conversation included: art in general, trenton's practice, the auckland city council's microsites public-sculpture project, books, talismans and tea. afterwards we wandered around the gallery discussing the other works in the new artist's show.
I saw trenton again the other night at a gallery and waved at him. he waved back.
Sunday 1 August
Sunday 8 August
Sunday 15 August
as part of "knowing you, knowing me: new artists show 2010"
at artspace, 300 karangahape rd, 10 July - 21 August.
when we went to see this performance the sandwich board sign wasn't on the street, so I wasn't sure the gallery was open as it isn't usually on sundays. but the door was open. as we walked in there was a deflated pillow of a cask-wine bag on the ground that made me chuckle.
upon entering trenton greeted us, almost as if the gallery was his home and he played a kind of host-like role throughout. he asked us if we had come to hear the reading and apologised for the smell of the urine that liberally laced the ramp that lead up to the exterior of the gallery (and later mentioned it was a vestige, just like a drawing).
then we sat down on some custom-built wooden stools and listened to trenton read us a story. it was a peter carey story from an anthology called "exotic pleasures." trenton's (or peter carey's) story was about a mime artist, the nature of performance and re-enactment.
conversation followed. this distressed my companion who said that the performance should have ended when the story did, that performance artists should remain mysterious... the discussion ranged across all kinds of topics, another reviewer has mentioned the repetitive nature of this performance, trenton himself corroborated, telling me that he had had the same exact conversation about three times.
topics of conversation included: art in general, trenton's practice, the auckland city council's microsites public-sculpture project, books, talismans and tea. afterwards we wandered around the gallery discussing the other works in the new artist's show.
I saw trenton again the other night at a gallery and waved at him. he waved back.
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