In this performance, Weld Queen acts as an artist in general.
She is the original product; after her, there is a long chain of those through whom her work passes before reaching the viewer or buyer. On all sides, they try to force the artist into some framework — to comb it, to standardize it, to label it.
First, they tell her that she can express herself as she sees fit. And then comes the magic word “but,” putting numerous barriers, for instance, “but the artist must produce works for sale” etc. Finally, the artist appears to be uncomfortable with the market, the gallery, the museum format, etc. to infinity. The more he looks and scores higher, the more various art intermediaries try to “tame” him. The artist finds himself with his hands tied, barefooted, and often “hungry,” all just to say something “HIS WAY.”
In this straitjacket he walks on a tightrope over an abyss, while everyone around him is applauding and throwing flowers at him.
And here he is in this straitjacket already going along the rope stretched over an abyss, and everyone around applauds and throws flowers at him
2019