Last night we saw a woman wrap her face in gaffer tape. It is very hard to know what to say. Karine Turcot’s performance filled me with haunting images and was very disturbing. The veins on her forehead, her small body and the heat of the unmoving crowd, hang over me today. We have read about this type of performance art, but only experienced it for the first time last night. It is hard to know what to think. Right now, I don’t think I liked it. I left the gallery drenched in cold sweat, and crying. There is a lot still to understand on this journey into the world of performance art.
Many people left. I sat there as the tears came, frozen on the spot, terrified by my own inertia. After what seemed like an age, a man rushed forward from the audience to tear the layers of tape from Karine’s face. I was so grateful to him.