“I don’t want to lose you Gary. ”
To sit within the Olympic Sculpture Park with the mandate to look and listen, aided by microphones and headphones is to occupy a place of privilege. Suddenly, rather then hiding the fact that you are engaged in voyeuristic practices, you are laid bare as a spectacle. The Voyeur. The Audience.
“I don’t want to cry in front of a guy. ”
The story of small metal objects is partly a story of masculinity that, much like the performance, is always in motion.