A few weeks ago I posted about epilepsy as art: a dozy bint - sorry, dance artist - trying to induce a seizure on stage. Last night Esmerelda alerted me to a huffy comment from a reader, who quibbled that the public money used for this "transgressive" freak show, this latter-day Hottentot Venus, came from the National Lottery rather than general taxation. Surprisingly, this observer of nice distinctions failed to make one important point, picked up on by David Thompson:
Rita Marcalo’s controversial attempt to have an epileptic fit on stage at Bradford Playhouse ended in failure. The Portuguese dancer, who has epilepsy, was attempting to induce a seizure during a 24-hour arts performance. By the 1pm finish she had not managed to do so - despite exposing herself to strobe lights and depriving herself of sleep and food. Playhouse director Eleanor Barrett described the performance as “emotionally demanding” to watch.
Readers saddened to have missed Ms Marcalo’s adventure in self-preoccupation should, however, take comfort. Clearly determined to justify the £14,000 of Arts Council funding, Marcalo promises a second, no less challenging, instalment.
The second part, featuring footage of Miss Marcalo trying to induce a seizure, will be at Bradford’s Theatre in the Mill in January.
One for the diary, definitely.
Watching something not happen is art too, in its own way. Look at that Godot business.
I' ve just checked about Pinky Lee. I was wrong. Thank god. I was worried there, for about twenty years.
Pinky Lee had a heart attack on camera, and died. And he wasn't even trying.