A proposal for a piece of performance art I hope to take to London in a few weeks.
Babycakes (B)
Let me trample on those words which offer my fulfilment, for this little girl knows not which path to take. Princesses do not exist except in some synthetic ideal, which cannot be attained. I replaced my inner princess with the charred embers of the blaze that could have been. Countless hours staring at blank walls have served only to reaffirm that I, so small in stature, will fade into insignificance as a product of my quest for acceptance. I create my own darkness; and yet there bleeds the beacon of light from the chasm inside my chest. When you entwined your fingers into mine and made that unspoken promise, did you blame yourself? No...not in solitude do I flourish; but inside the loneliness I self inflict. Myself, I fear, am the cause.
Babycakes (B) is a piece of solo Live Art incorporating instinctive but restricted movement and body endurance. This piece of work explores society's expectance of partnership and how it projects a personal need to place oneself in successful relationships. This piece of work considers the extent to which we can punish ourselves in order to placate the need for nuclear love.
