This play is a reflection on the (im)possibility of accepting diversity and the other. The fragmented body of the neoplasm—the fruit of unstable conditions—overcomes barriers, loves and denies itself and others, wanders around, forgetting its profession. It frequently and with pleasure divides, goes through dangerous palpation, questions the possibility of contact with the experience of the other. Poorly brought up but very successful, it invites us to a trans-species transition.
Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Fusce at elit quis felis ullamcorper vehicula non in est. Maecenas finibus pharetra justo et faucibus. Nulla eu tortor vel ex volutpat efficitur. Vivamus placerat turpis in aliquet venenatis. Quisque ac lacinia mauris. Nam quis lobortis elit. Vestibulum sagittis nisi sit amet euismod hendrerit. Mauris non sodales odio. Donec efficitur molestie quam, sed lobortis massa vestibulum ut.
Nunc at arcu sodales nisi porta euismod non vel neque. Phasellus at lobortis ante, in suscipit justo. Proin non purus vitae nisi molestie consectetur. Vestibulum volutpat lobortis interdum. Vestibulum pretium ligula lorem, egestas ultricies lectus ultricies ac. Curabitur venenatis vulputate dolor.
The space is lined on either side with unmounted green flags that lean against the walls below their brackets. Potted trees are placed at the entrance. Large cardboard shipping crates sit near the front door and the walls remain scuffed.
The lines and swirls of a large fingerprint have been sanded into the floor. The sawdust generated by the creation of the fingerprint has been swept neatly into piles or captured in plastic sandwich bags both of which appear throughout the space.
An old player piano has been rigged with an electronic eye to scan and play music based on an enlarged version of the artist's fingerprint. The piano is flanked by shelves, neatly stacked with unlabeled archival boxes. Recorded sounds can be heard coming from beneath the floor.
Artist Statement
I enjoy the fact that time seems to run faster than I felt it did just a couple of years ago. I don’t mean that I feel fatigued or I am not doing very well. To the contrary, I feel rather happy and my health remains very good. All at the Same Time interests me as a work that stays away from dependence on any psychological obsessiveness or the distortion with which so many artists choose to be associated. Also, I was reluctant to employ any systematic aesthetic routine designed to guide me or the audience in search of a central illuminating point. The desire for such a point is nostalgic and corrupts the need for inventiveness and significance. I like the idea that art and culture have nothing in common, that the first must stay independent from the other, which keeps on going thanks to the repetition of its own premises.
