ANYWAY...there's a performance art piece going on at the MoMa that hopefully I'll be participating in later today. ONTD describes it as follows:
When Marina Abramovic concludes her piece, on May 31, she will have spent 716 hours and 30 minutes sitting down opposite a succession of more than 1,000 people, and counting. Where she sits, in the atrium on the MoMA's second floor, has to be the most overlooked area of the whole museum: while I waited, faces appeared, paused, and then vanished on balconies and at windows on each of the floors above. It goes something like this: Marina looks at you, you look at Marina, and hundreds of other people look at you and Marina looking at each other. The guy ahead of me in line, a burly, bearded man in a flannel shirt and work boots so unscuffed I took them for a fashion statement, had come to the MoMA four times and never succeeded in sitting down with her. (That day he'd cleared his schedule.) We talked about how we so rarely look at each other in daily life. When two adult strangers make eye accidental contact, we hasten to look away. "It's like we're scared of connecting," he said. It's a hard thing, to really see another person, and to be scrutinized yourself in return.
So what does all of this have to do with James Franco..well he spent 30 minutes gazing into this woman's eyes. There's something about that that just resonates with me. He was committing to something while doing that and it's something much deeper than just merely staring at someone's eyes. I'm not sure what exactly he was committing to but there was something going on inside of him physically, intellectually, and artistically. He's just so...I don't even know how to describe it but I would LOVE to have coffee with him and just talk about EVERYTHING. He just seems like such an interesting person.
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