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Performancy forum August 31, 2020
Curated by Polina Riabova
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Performancy forum August 31, 2020
Curated by Polina Riabova
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Women Eating Cheetos Slowly – The Clemente Soto VĂ©lez Cultural & Educational Center– Curated by Geraldo Mercado and Ventiko – June 1, 2019
Photo by Leah Aron

video by Polina Riabova
Donut Man is a multi-act ballet done in 2 iterations. Â I have always been charmed by ballet and classical music and they have greatly influenced my practice. Â The songs that structured each act are from Swan Lake and are composed by Tchaikovsky. Â Swan Lake is tale of love, deception, Â poor choices and death. The chosen tracks created the perfect sound bed for this piece offering energy and momentum. Â I used very recognizable themes such as a waltz and the ending song.
I am not a trained dancer so my movements were sloppy, labored and unpredictable. Â Ballet is meant to look effortless and graceful and I strive to achieve the opposite.
I used the donuts as a tool to explore movement, my physical limits and my changing body. Â Â They symbolize weight gain that happens in the lower abdomen. Â The resulting dance is a physical display of binge eating crossed with a strenuous and frantic attempt at ballet.
The performance begins with a loud burp. Â Donuts and shape wear are strewn about a slick, black plastic tarp. Â I introduced the donuts, proudly displaying them the audience, holding them over my head a twirling about. Â I violently stuffed my face and underwear with the donuts in an increasing panic. Â I incorporated the struggle to put on tights and other shape wear into the dance. Â I explained the premise of Swan Lake and talked about myself and my body. Â I hold up a series of mini donuts of varying flavors and explain to the audience,
“These are the fucks I give…
Cinnamon fucks…
Powdered sugar fucks…
Regular fucks…”
After each statement, I put another donut in my underwear. Â I struggle to eat and dance without choking. Â Crumbs explode from the waistband of the underwear and runs in my tights. Â I become a lumpy and bloated version of myself.
At the end of the performance, I fell to the ground and teach my audience a song. Â I struggle to breath and sing loudly.
“Do you know the donut man
The donut man – the donut man
Do you know the donut man
Who doesn’t even like donuts…”
I bang on the floor to keep the beat and break several nails in the process. Â I ask my audience to keep singing along with me.
The Ear – The Blue Rose – Plastic Cocktail Launch Curated by Polina Riabova – Photo and video by Karl Cooney – May 19, 2018





📸 by Nate Kamp / Performance Anxiety / Curated by Geraldo Mercado / @ Chinatown Soup 2017
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Last night I woke up around 5 AM to go to the bathroom.
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(1986)Â Re: Tapes
You could probably use the tapes and not listen to them. Pull out the tape… make a dress out of it… pull tapes and dance… wrap them around picture…. etc.
The tapes might be too terrible to listen to. Destroy them as art.
xoxo, G