...born west on buffalo wingsOn 28 November 2009, I embarked to the western coast of America. As a messenger of Eastern values, a vessel for colonial history, born of the industrial state of New York, I performed a ritual by which the American continent gave me new birth as a sentient being. In the outgoing tide, I dug myself a watery grave in order to cleanse myself of my historical shell: an attempt to unite time and body: an artist of bodily sensation in the natural underworld. After the shock of my dissolution into the natural world, I reemerged endowed with a feeling deep into my bones. I am learning how to breath again! What follows is a brief record of the performance, '...born west on buffalo wings'. Images courtesy of Elizabeth Jaeger, Martin Frye and myself.
Copyright the artist 2009
the artist sheds artificial skin on the western rim
the sea undertakes the dissolution of the artist
the essence of the dead artist flows unto the sea in return
the being dons a woolen cloak and reenters the world anew
-Sam Korman 2009
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