Amsterdam, Holland, 2002.
Amsterdam, Holland, 2002.
it never entered my mind
mathilde rosier and gregg smith
The performance was arranged to take place in the courtyard of the Rijksakademie as part of the Open Ateliers 2002 exhibition. A small cafe terrace was constructed using an awning, two café tables and four chairs, borrowed from a nearby cafe, The Green Elephant. Because of the cold November weather an outdoor heater was placed in between the two tables.
The performance was to be viewed from a glass walled tunnel. At all times of the day if one passed through this tunnel one would hear the sound of sentimental jazz ballads by Coleman Hawkins, Ben Webster and Miles Davis.
A man and a woman are visible on a café terrace. Now and then he steals a look at her out of the corner of his eye. She is also aware him. After some time he leans across and asks her for the time and she tells him with a smile. Eventually after about ten minutes, the young woman gets up and leaves. The man is left alone. He too leaves a few minutes later in a different direction.
The performance attempts to create the maximum projection on the part of the viewer with the minimum of information on the part of the performance. For the audience, the physical sensation of the cold, contrasts with the cosy view and the cinematic experience offered by the music, placing the viewer at a curious interface with their own perceptions.
mathilde rosier and gregg smith
The performance was arranged to take place in the courtyard of the Rijksakademie as part of the Open Ateliers 2002 exhibition. A small cafe terrace was constructed using an awning, two café tables and four chairs, borrowed from a nearby cafe, The Green Elephant. Because of the cold November weather an outdoor heater was placed in between the two tables.
The performance was to be viewed from a glass walled tunnel. At all times of the day if one passed through this tunnel one would hear the sound of sentimental jazz ballads by Coleman Hawkins, Ben Webster and Miles Davis.
A man and a woman are visible on a café terrace. Now and then he steals a look at her out of the corner of his eye. She is also aware him. After some time he leans across and asks her for the time and she tells him with a smile. Eventually after about ten minutes, the young woman gets up and leaves. The man is left alone. He too leaves a few minutes later in a different direction.
The performance attempts to create the maximum projection on the part of the viewer with the minimum of information on the part of the performance. For the audience, the physical sensation of the cold, contrasts with the cosy view and the cinematic experience offered by the music, placing the viewer at a curious interface with their own perceptions.