Reading Belly:

an interpretive essay by Joanne Bristol on:
In the belly of the prairies
PERFORMANCE SERIES'95

Alone, the valley of the Saskatchewan,
according to scientific computation,
is capable of sustaining 800,000,000 souls."

-
Edmund Collins, address to
The Canadian Club, New York,
"The Future of the Dominion of Canada", 1887.

Live Acts

I live in Saskatoon. I don't go out much. But the other night, I went to hear a Toronto band play at a local bar. Over the past few years this group had gained a relatively large national following by intensively touring Canadian cities. After the show, I spoke to one of the musicians about how the band had built their audience. She said, "I used to just stay in hotel rooms when we toured. Now I like to go out and meet people. It informs our work. In the Prairies, it's always a matter of numbers. You're not going to get a huge audience for your act when you are dealing with a small population."

Of course popular music - supported by a commercial industry - operates on a different scale than contemporary performance art. But to witness either requires the act of stepping outside my little house on the prairie. And, because I live within expansive fields of virtual and electronic realities, I konw that there is nothing as alive and radically electric as real-time exchange with other bodies.

Sentient Bodies on the Prairies

Every time I leave my house, it is what I am looking for.
In some form or another. Looking for what speaks to me:
art, everyday life, animal, vegetable, mineral or
the entertainment industry.
Looking to have a conversation.
A daily exchange.

I am tired of hearing and
I am sick of hearing myself say
"There is nothing going on here."

And I am tired of feeling
I have to leave here
to experience
the real action.

After saying this, what I imagine or see next is
a long horizon line - a field of summer fallow - or one of wheat, dotted
with a few tiny figures.
The wind blows.
What the figures say
could get lost
over the distance.

Talk Normal

Organized by Neutral Ground, In the belly of the prairies was a performance art series, presented in Regina during the spring and summer of 1995. Each of the four works in the series, produced by emerging and established Prairie-based artists, presented critical aspects of Queer and feminist identities. The stories told by these artists have a history of being publicly unimaginable, unspeakable. Parts of the performances seemed familiar; parts were challenging. Like most contemporary performance art, the works sought to invent new spaces or experiences. Though their narrative lines were frequently engaging, their structures were not always familiar to a general audience.

Aside

Is their such a thing as a general audience?

This essay wants to respond with empathy, intelligence and wit to the belly of work it has digested. It doesn't want to second-guess its reader's interest in live contemporary art. It expects mutual conversational commitment to the feminist and Queer issues it's gnawing on. It knows that we are all members of the "Public" and we pay taxes too.

It also knows the way a work is presented, more than what is actually said, can leave an audience with questions. Can get them wondering what they are participating in.

Because this essay wants to respond with empathy, intelligence, wit and respect to the belly of work it has digested, this essay wants to be illegitimate yet legible.

This essay wishes we could give ourselves permission to read.
Permission to Read

1.

It begins with a dress. A dress on a woman. An attractive woman standing alone. On a stage ready to be eaten. And the dress seems to fit. Until she opens her mouth. The stuff coming out of her mouth starts to crack something open. She continues. Because her voice is amplified, what she is saying not only smashes the static image she has initially presented - but tears through the fabric of many women's oppression: historical and contemporary, high fashion and low. And we're only two minutes into the piece.

The central concern of performance collaborators Shawna Dempsey and Lorri Millan is examining how Western women are both defined and alienated by their bodies. They are best known for their performance/film We're Talking Vulva, which features an anatomically correct 5'6" foam vulva, who raps about the functions and joys of her anatomy. But most of their early live performance work involved representing, from feminist and lesbian perspectives, the lives of women in Greek and Christian mythology. They have a special talent for locating overlooked historical female icons and imbuing them with narratives of contemporary emancipatory possibility.

Like themselves as artists evolving, the personae they create are women making their own self-definitions. The narrative style recalls that of a stand-up comic or a theatrical monologue, but one wouldn't call it acting or theatre, because they have co-written the lines and really mean what they say. The boundaries between artists-as-themselves and the artists-as-characters are blurred.

In the piece Piercing The Thin Skin of Normal (1993), Shawna is dressed in a sheath of Saran Wrap, bristling with three-inch nails. Again, she initially appears as a static figure, a spectacle to be consumed. Again, she speaks and this time she is a debutante on a critical rampage against post-feminism, pop psychology and the New Age. She describes her outfit as, "Agressively feminine...and versatile, too. Wipe and wear, at the beach, on the job site, as a prophylactic device. And quickly dispels the myth that we're no fun. I get my friends together to play ring toss, tenderize beef, aerate a golf course." When she ironically pronounces, "People act like equality is a feminist fetish...a bit of aproblem in social situations. 'Equality's a drag man, you can't dance to it.' Well, we've never really tried," she is making the speech I fantasize about delivering to Camille Paglia.

Shawna Dempsey and Lorri Millan performed Growing Up Suite, Growing Up II - The Teen Years, Piercing The Thin Skin of Normal, and Flaming Feminist on March 10. 1995 at the Regina Performing Arts Centre. Co-produced by the Regina Womens' Community Network.

Dempsey and Millan's more recent work is about the lesbian body: a site of both pleasure and victimization. In Growing Up Suite (1994) and Growing Up II - The Teen Years (1994), Shawna, dressed in a short Holly Hobby nightie, tells stories of: a preteen lesbian's lust over the womens' underwear section of the Eaton's winter catalogue, trauma at high school dances structured around heterosexist socialization, and a visit to the Toronto Womens' Bookstore to research the erotic life of Virginia Woolf for a high-school English class. In these pieces, the mythologies are closer to the experiences of many Canadian women - especially those who grew up in the 1960's.

Through their outspoken performance characters, Dempsey and Millan repeatedly carve out a space for women. I believe that the more frequently we hear accounts (even fictional ones) of women breaking free of society's constraints and expectations, the more rapidly women's lives can actually be transformed. Their work is a practise of feminist triage, providing 1) release through laughter 2) affirmation through recognition 3) take-home narratives that heal and empower 4) useful fashion tips.

2.

In the printed material promoting + = - ..? - = + (positive equals negative so then does negative equal positive?), Glenn Hubich writes that the work was created in response to his experience of living (HIV-) with a partner who is HIV+. The title of the piece asks a question - not a rhetorical one - about the nature of "care" and "contamination" within a relationship.

It is clearly with this information in mind that one enters the work. Installed in the gallery are materials referring to domestic architecture - unfinished rooms, two-by-four framework, studs without drywall. Altered found objects, embodying memories of past ownership, give clues to the details of narrative. There is an excess of matter. Mens' white cotton underwear hangs on a clothesline. Empty medication bottles fill a toilet bowl. Open dresser drawers are crammed with red and black plastic clothes hangers. The red and black color theme is repeated among other objects - a reference to the positive/negative charges of electricity. Every "room" is connected through a network of electrical cables, which lead to speakers, lights and control boards, situated at various places in the gallery. This installation, this set, has been in the gallery for a week previous to the performance. The space is filled with objects, yet haunted by a sense of absence.

The evening of the performance, the gallery has again been transformed. Dry ice fog fills the dimly-lit space, blurring the boundaries of what is performance and what is audience. The sound of a thunderstorm crashes over the sound system. When the lights come up, a figure has appeared.

He stands beside a table covered with hundreds of plastic drinking glasses. What he wears resembles a wet-suit: half red and half black in color, half fetishistic and half protective in function. A loud familiar voice booms over the sound system. It is the voice of William Burroughs, offering "...words of advice for young people..." To the rhythm of this monologue, the performer begins methodically pouring water from a pitcher into the plastic glasses. The pouring soon becomes reckless - water flows over the table, onto the floor. Next, again in time to the repetition of Burroughs' drone, he moves towards a heavy, black, velvet curtain that is hanging from the ceiling. He grabs the curtain and shakes it vigorously, several times. Through this series of slightly absurd and highly stylized choreographies, you sense that he is definitely describing an experience that exceeds language. It's as if he's trying to "sound" the room, or "air" the events that had permeated this replicated
domestic interior. The lights fade to black.

His speech is not explication, not confession, but song. In a rich baritone he sings Elvis Presley's I Can't Help Falling In Love, poignantly followed by When I am laid in earth from Purcell's Dido and Aeneas. The libretto goes. "Remember me, but ah! Forget my fate." He does not appear to be singing these songs to the audiences, but to memory. He enacts a keening, to mark an absence. If the first part of the performance presented the humility of labour and care-taking, the eloquence and emotionality of the songs are the release. A kind of gentle and healing catharsis that necessary ritual provides.

Glenn Hubich's installation /performance + = - ..? - = + (positive equals negative so then does negative equal positive?) took place from June 16 - 24, 1995 at Neutral Ground.

When they come up again, he has moved to another part of the set - the "living room" where he watches a hockey game on a tiny television set. He removes his wet-suit, never once taking his eyes from the screen. Now he has stripped down to a pair of white briefs. He is staying close to his body, touching his skin, taking care - though his actions are often unreadable and always unpredictable. Silent but engaged and present, he is re-inhabiting past architecture to tell us where he's been. The performance continues, for another 15 minutes, through a series of domestic tableaux and ritualistic actions.

The negotiation of boundaries pervades the performance. The performance (Hubich, himself) moves through the space, beginning each scene with a change of costume, or rather, a stripping off of layers. Most of his choreography of stylized vernacular activities/faux sign language is performed over a background of pop music, which grounds it in popular cultural time and space. His actions are imagistic: a new language of memory and care, of describing processes of negotiation for relationships we were never taught an adequate language for.

In the final tableaux, clad in a tutu, he performs a pantomime with a condom. After filling it with his breath, he cradles it, as if it were a baby. Then it becomes transformed into something very heavy, weighing his body to the ground. When he recovers, he speaks.

3.

For Fag Rap: a reading, Michael Toppings wrote a series of 20 poems and prose works. The kind of traditional poetry that rhymes - with those "a-b-a-b" line structures many of us learned in grade school. The kind of prose that has a beginning, middle,climax, dénoement and ending - although I don't recall grade school literature being so immediate, so transgressive, so funny.
With Fag Rap: a reading Toppings presented texts as a series of stylistically and conceptually diverse spoken-word vignettes. As much as the performance parodied the structure of a traditional poetry reading, it functioned as an amenable platform with which to present a diversity of gay realities and politics.
Staged in an empty art gallery, the set was spare: one red spotlight illuminated a small wooden platform. A double row of tiny white Christmas-tree lights led from this platform or "stage", in a direct line to the backstage exit. The readers entered, serially, to present the 20 texts, as numbered in the accompanying program.

Toppings has always been interested in having a range of people - performers and non-performers - present his work. In this case, he invited friends and acquaintances (citizens of the local Queer community) to read and interpret the work with him. For example, in "Some Like it Hot", a campy and loving ode to a drag queen, he invited Brian Gladwell(not known in "everyday life" as a performer or a drag queen) to read the text, dressed in a blonde bouffant wig and dangly earrings. Toppings text served as a kind of Queer karaoke, creating a safe, yet political space in which the community could play.

An equally engaging act was created during "Mighty fine man". The men in the cast paraded out as if on a catwalk - to the beat of rap group Salt n' Pepa's song, "Mighty Fine Man". Dressed in outfits ranging from leather bondage gear to a kilt, they interpreted a song intended for straight men as background music for a gay fashion show, celebrating homo beauty and style.

Considering the sincerity, freshness and humor with which he writes, one might consider Michael Toppings the Stompin' Tom Connors of gay literature. But his work is also a sophisticated assemblage of texts, employing a range of literary styles, to delight and to disturb as they account the state of being gay in Saskatchewan in the 90s. These are texts to be learned by heart and passed down through generations, the way one preserves the history and culture of a nation.

Michael Toppings, Ahasiw Maskegon-Iskwew, Glenn Hubich, Kelly Foth, Carla-marie powers, Wilf Dubé, and Brian Gladwell performed Fag Rap: a reading July 7, 1995 at Neutral Ground.

Elements of camp are still a mainstay of much gay culture and Toppings has a special talent for creating "bad" writing. In the poem, "My Jesus...", he wrote:
"My Jesus has a face - and it's got Bette Davis eyes.
My Jesus has a face - propped to the heavens on Schwarzeneggar thighs.
My Jesus has a face - skin the colour of the human race, with not one pore that's gender-based.
My Jesus has a face - with cheeks stained the colour of passion, and lips painted in a cover girl fashion.
My Jesus has a face - stalked and hunted by the paparazzi.
My Jesus has a face - Oh my God! It's Liberace!"

Toppings read this piece himself, in a dead-pan, slightly awkward tone, playing down the sensationalism, the fabulousness of the text. Like a traditional folk artist, Toppings embraced the supposedly "trivial" nature of gay desire and culture, heightening fag hagiography.

As well as being "good" at "bad" writing, he also presented cutting satire and sobering prose describing several less happy aspects of contemporary gay life. In "Apology", reader Kelly Foth introduced himself as Tom Hanks and asked the audience to forgive him for taking the role he did in the film Philadelphia - a potential role for one of the many real gay actors living in homophobic Hollywood. The inclusion of three true and detailed accounts of gay bashing ("Bedtime Story") read, in non-emotional tones, by Glenn Hubich, Kelly Foth and Ahasiw Maskegon-Iskwew, shifted the mood of the performance to one of heavy sadness.

4.

"SIGHTING DEVICES ESSENTIAL -bring binoculars, telescopes, etc."stated the invitation card for Rae Staseson's performance, Sight. An audience of about fifty people gathered at the Wascana Marina the night of the event, unsure of what to expect. They waited and chatted, wondering which way to look.




Sight Gif Animation

Gif animation (590 k)
based on the "Sight" section
(no sound)
of the video
"Ms. Fortune Television Presents
The Comfort Suite:
A Video in Four Parts
"
by Rae Staseson
9:40 min., 1996
Then one person in the crowd saw it - across the lake. They all looked. There was a tiny figure on a large concrete plinth. "A bridge," someone said, "used to span the lake, between us and that concrete thing." Then they saw something yellow unfurl over the concrete. The letter "E" was printed on it. A few moments later a second yellow scroll opened with another "E" - this time on its side. Then another appeared, and another, until there were 5. They didn't know what to expect next. They watched the ducks swim in the lake. They talked some more. Ten minutes passed. When the artist appeared beside them, they concluded it was "over".

As suggested by the title, this performance had to do with choosing a particular location, as much as it had to do with raising questions about the way we view the land. Though Sight could be read in the context of the weighty tradition of landscape painting in Saskatchewan, it is rooted more immediately within Situationist "actions" or environmental sculpture (ie. Daniel Buren or Christo). It is the kind of performance where the social situation (the audience conversing about the work as it occurs) is as important as the action of the work itself. Staseson is interested in encountering a "non-art" audience. She considers the conversations she had with passers-by, while she was installing the work, to be an integral part of her process.

In reading the work, a number of references or associations come to mind. The most obvious comparisons are to either a public sculpture unveiling ceremony or to the opening of a new building. But because the site (the remains of the bridge) is not easily read as architecturally important, the unveiling gesture seems absurd. Absurd or suggestive of less monumental ways of reading the everyday, the insignifigant or the banal.
Unlike the other work in the performance series, Sight rejects the idea of storytelling based on the subjectivity of the author - a strategy with its roots in the 1970s and 80s. But can a deliberate move away from "political", "identity-based" work be seen as radically different than a return to the supposedly apolitical "neutrality" of 1950s modernism?

Rae Staseson performed Sight, July 22, 1995, at the Wascana Marina.
Asking the audience to read between the lines, in this way, brings to mind the subject of language within the work. The viewer has to work to read: they are not cued as to where the sentence begins or ends. Questions arise: Does one read this textual gesture from left to right? How does one pronounce an upside-down "E"? Are the "E's" silent? Though we know "E" is an important letter - the most frequently used in the English alphabet - we are left for ourselves to decide how to read or view it. The kind of text commonly found in the landscape, as created and read by humans, is usually clear and functional: existing in the form of road signs or billboard advertisments.

The text, as reflected on the water, creates a doubling or mirroring within the landscape, evoking a memory of the bridge that had previously spanned the lake. In Sight, Staseson has created a textual fiction within real space and time, forever marking our experience and memory of the land.

Though there are many associations and relationships between landscape and reading, Sight is also, obviously about the act of looking, the act of framing experience. As a feminist performance artist, Staseson does not want her own presence staged within her work iconically, as women have historically (on stage and off) been framed and consumed as actors or performers. She wishes to shift the viewer's attention to the immediacy of everyday gestures or encounters. Staseson places equal value on all parts of her work process: from choosing the site itself, to conversing with her audience. She recognizes the fact that expending her energy - over however "trivial" a task - can produce a transformation. By shifting patriarchally-inscribed figure/ground relationships, she makes the ordinary extraordinary.
Critical Mass: Speaking Communities


We start by knowing that there is already a small audience in a place. Even if it is just one person, or the members of an Artist-Run Centre and their friends. The Prairie region is about sustainable audience as much as it is about sustainable agriculture. Some years are drought years. Though Saskatchewan and Manitoba have two of the better arts granting programs in Canada, we still cannot apply for "Performance art Insurance." Performance art appears as a fragile presence within the histories of Canadian art. We experience it for a few moments and then it disappears, the way one notices landmarks when moving through a Prairie landscape. When performance art appeared in North America and Europe in the 1960s (at that time it was identified primarily as Happenings, actions or interventions), it acted as a response to the commodification of the art object. Performances were live protests by which to shake ourselves out of the sleepwalk of capitalism, to move towards a more vital culture. The medium was also developed by feminists, and others silenced within traditional art media. By the 1980s, performance artists such as Laurie Anderson had gathered large audiences by appealing to listeners of alternative popular music - structuring monologues and visual material along pop song/music video formats.

In the 1990s there are many performance artists in the world, developing various kinds of work. A performance series, like In the belly of the prairies proves there are a number of local practitioners developing the language of the discipline. There is a chain of continuity in the field, like a highway or a railway track. Events such as Winnipeg's Festival du Voyeur, which combined performance with visual art and Queer activism attest to this, though it would be difficult to say there is an essential Prairie performance culture. We are as influenced by popular media as artists working in any medium in Canada. Most of the work that makes up In the belly of the prairies could be performed and understood anywhere in (English-speaking) Canada. Pop cultural references facilitate this.

Performance art continues to be a word-of-mouth culture rather than a broadcast or anonymous one like television. It's not that the artists in In the belly of the prairies shun the idea of reaching larger, less clearly identified auiences. It's just that they're most immediately passionate about building their performative languages from the local and the specific, acting out first for those participants and witnesses who gather beside them.

Joanne Bristol is an artist who used to live on the outskirts of Saskatoon.