Leggo My Ego, Act One
The 7-foot wooden behemoth was attached to my body with a harness and a canvas shroud. I dragged it behind me, vulture-eyed and snarling:
I cut a hole at my abdomen to extrude 13 long and shiny strings:
As the colored mass snaked out of the hole and onto the ground, I cut myself free of the shroud and offered up strings to members of the audience:
The piece ended with someone reeling me in...
Back then, I let performances unfold on stage and in the moment. I didn't practice ahead of time.
Before I could run away in shame, I passed my friend Braille who reminded me of the title of this piece...