Under pressure

I was going to have to perform an art action and I needed to do it for "The apprentice", (really bad tv show). The only idea I had was to do a "pass the parcel"in front of the jury and to talk about the association improvising about the contents, talking about what is inside and actually that was the only real feeling of something that I know how to do: to talk from the inside.
-Suddenly the boss was contacting me to know how I was doing.
-Why I brake every thing? News paper, All the pieces were braking in my shaking hands, like clay pieces made by my children or very naives.
Deep France, 12.05.2006

"Breast feeding" performance

Me and my daughter,amplifiers,a microphone, closed curtains, people can't see me, only hear the sound of breastfeeding,the space is precarious like and old temple just about to fall apart.

2003

Like Farah

I had the means to reach a far away and chaotic place like Rusia to meet with the cool guys of La Panaderia, was awesome to arrive there, it was An Event. After taking a shower I was transformed in "Farah Faucet", mostly in my hair. The public awaited us anxiously. I had not coordinate yet with M. and J. who were like strong centers of gravitation who made me a bit scared for the same reason. D. was with me and was trying to give me some confidence (she was like the mother I always wanted to have), she was telling me that I could do a good performance in that spectacle. She was telling me that I had that experience in myself. I looked super pretty with my bikini-underwear from "Women's Secret". A., M., K., and T. who where there, adored me. I needed to perform like in the old times, but I was getting nervous, so then I put something in my hair and I wasn't so spectacular anymore. The dream lives me with the desire of (not) going back to the past, Ayayay!
Brussels 22.09.2004