Performance Heart presents Young and Saving the World!: Organized by Matthew Silver
Who said performance art and young people are useless ????????????? They're wrong as ducks that say, "Yo what's up? Can I have a dollar?" Let these.
Tuesday, April 30
9:00 PM- 11:00 PM
Young and Saving the World!
It's the youth that will save the world. I unleash, four young geniuses, never before seen on the Performance Art Market. Fresh, Hot, adventurous and potatoes. Let them take you on an unprecedented journey. God Dang!!! In fact they have already saved the world just by their presence. Who said performance art and young people are useless ????????????? They're wrong as ducks that say, "Yo what's up? Can I have a dollar?" Let these strong, brave, fierce, young Thunderbolts inspire you. Are you READY????????
Curated by Matthew Silver
Performance Artist, musician, and filmmaker. Curator at Fitness Center for arts and tactics. Pflanz’s work combines public action (dragging meat to Riker’s Island, going through garbage in search of clothes) with conceptual performance (stretching barbed wire through the audience, nailing fruit to a wall) and disturbingly well-planned and executed cinematography.
Clara Lipfert and Jasmin Risk
are crises of subjectivity. "They" "make" "art."
Gabriel Lewis Chalfin-Piney
Gabriel is a Brooklyn based artist, performer, and curator from Poughkeepsie New York. His art explores the use of video art, live painting, audio sampling, sculptural sets, and touching. He began doing performance art in Brooklyn November of 2012. He makes jewelry and sculptures from railroad wreckage and BK garbage, works full time making grilled cheese and milkshakes and just started wearing women's clothes. His art depends quite regularly on audience participation. Past pieces have involved hugs, vaginas, yogurt raisins, and french school boys as their topics. Sympathy, androgyny, and liturgy. He books under the name KNIGHT SWEAT. He curates a bi-annual indoor/outdoor performance festival "Paloozah," which will be having it's 10th installment late Summer of 2013. He thinks artists should clean up their own messes, and often feels he is lost in a world of empathetic abstractions and drunk clouds.
I want to meet you at the place where you have been closest to true wilderness. I’ll bring a journal, a banjo, five pens that have run out of ink, a wire-haired dog, tarot cards wrapped in purple to remind us of the tiny deities inside us, a pair of dented spoons, too many costumes, a few of the best peaches you’ve ever had and a coat with all the colors of jewel-bright birds. I want to give you poetry written on the backs of advertisements for parties we can’t afford. Look carefully: I may be hiding behind a puppet with magical healing powers, or up in a Spruce tree high in the Green Mountains. I am a South Carolina runaway. Let’s take this time before those fecund and fertile creeks call me back.