By taking the break I was playing a serious game of chicken with the line ahead of me, but saw no need to rush into something that's primary effort is about pressence. A ten minute limit was set, but as a practice i would have to wait out the whole ten minutes before crossing 6th Ave to get to the museum.
I've never been to the MOMA in New York. The one in San Francisco, The Whiteney, The Guggenheim, yes. But the MOMA was always either closed or too expensive to just wonder into, so I had some anxiety about getting in which proved to be reasonable. There was the use of my roommates membership card and who knew where the entrance was. But i held my head up and looked confident. Chose a door to open and
After leading thrity or so people down the hallway to the MOMA offices entrance and standing in line at the gift shop check-out to redeem my membership ticket (all the while giggling that the MOMA actually has you enter and exit through the gift shop). I eventually walked out of the gift shop and into the museum to notice it's husstle. So many people were already there and walked in with an easy flash of the card. I walked up the stairs and turned to the ____ ____ audotorium and there it was. accessible and big and real. I found a security gaurd who kindly showed me the end of the line and suggested asking to make sure i was in the right place.
Her hair was braided and over the front of her left shoulder. She was in white from her neck to her wrists and ended in a deep puddle on the floor.
Here's some links to videos and interviews i've been hounding up since getting home:
- Marina Abramović presents at the Manchester International Festival, The Gardian
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