MAYDAY

MAD FOR REAL: by the performance art collective including JJ Xi and Cai Yuan

Contributed By: ,

TWO ARTIST PISS ON DUCHAMP’S FOUNTAIN – Tate Modern, London (2000)
TWO ARTISTS CRAWL THROUGH CENTRAL LONDON (2000)

Ignored by some onlookers and creating a palpable sense of unease in others, MAD FOR REAL wore camouflage combat gear and crawled in the mode of combat troops from Trafalgar Square to Waterloo Bridge via Downing Street, Westminster, and the Mall. The progress of the event was transmitted to a radio programme and broadcast.
TWO ARTISTS CRAWL THROUGH CENTRAL LONDON NO. 2 (2000)
TWO ARTISTS JUMP ON TRACEY EMIN’S MY BED – Tate Gallery, London (1999)

This intervention took place during the Turner Prize exhibition. It caused a sensation, receiving nationwide press coverage. The artists were arrested and then released without charge.
TWO ARTISTS JUMP ON TRACEY EMIN’S BED NO. 2 – Tate Gallery, London (1999

 

Return to table of contents for PRACTICES, POWER & THE PUBLIC SPHERE

Return to table of contents for Issue 2 Winter 2010

Further Reading

Gift for Languages by Alejandro Méndez (translated by Laura Chalar)

On his motorcycle, far from the Prague of his birth, Mateo knows strength comes from speed. To be one with the machine, in a straight line, even in bends. Aerodynamic device, body at the service of wind. Only a calculation error, the wrong acceleration in a blowout, leads to collision. After the crash, he stands […]

MY FATHER’S POTATO DEATH by Sean Karns

The Irish weather demands a black umbrella, but I prefer green over black.  I see green in ways the morning light comes up over the green tree divide that separates the city from green-plastic- covered potato mounds. Being a crop inspector is serious business.  There’s been a few cropped heads because men with hatchets remember […]

Journey to the End of the Night
by M.P. Powers

        With a bottle of Belgian beer, I stand among pigeon feathers and a choir of darkening leaves, the murky Landwerkanal traveling under my feet, choppy ripples painted with amber horns and a blotch of floating swan. I watch it pass into the mists. I watch the clouds devour a Ferris wheel and a flying […]