Summary: Not everyone has a fair chance at sitting across from the goddess that is Marina Abromovic. Famous people, friends, and family have priority.
To me, this is a large part of the work. Although Abromovic has created an intimate experience for the viewer who sits across from her, the line-waiters are equally as important. Does the participant sitting with her become the priviledged? Are the queued the proletariats in this situation? I don’t think that is what the work is intended to present. To paraphrase Jeffery: if you had a performance at a museum, you would want your friends and family to see it. I agree, however, this seems to be different. It seems to me that she has broken her own rules just by having this museum show (maybe just changed her rules). Her older performances, which often involved self-inflicted pain, or audience participation, had social and political implications very relevant to the time and place of them. By having a show where actors recreate some of those works, seems to change them entirely. Although I still would have loved to be there to see them and her.
And after copying this into the blog, I would like to retract everything and rewrite.
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