In 1978, the Austrian artist Hermann Nitsch (cf. his museum in Naples) visited Los Angeles.
He asked for some collaborators for his very loud (about twenty horns blasting), and very bloody performance/theater piece.
Back then, I had been immersed in Artaud’s writing… (“victims at the stake, signaling through the flames”)
I volunteered.
I had already met in person Valie Export, Arnulf Rainer, even met some AAO members (thumbs down).
Actionism was a known entity…
And this.
Having being asked for “more information,” I will add that:
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- Nitsch did not provide much preparation, just expecting us to know his work, and be as passive as needed for the various scenes/tableaux to unfold – (FYI there were originally two of those “bodies,” but one started improvising on his own),
- During the quartering tableau & the top photograph above, with all of slaughterhouse ice-cold animal guts remaining on my body for a while, I started shaking uncontrollably [later I realized it was a natural “body-survival reflex” to generate enough body heat so that organs would not fail].
- I ended up having an eye infection, most likely from some bacteria guts.
- Subsequently, I shaved my head and produced a series of self-portraits, amongst which this one: