I guess I’m also not done with my thoughts about Gabriel Martinez’s Confidence and Faith.
I agree with Roberta, that Martinez and Kwan are one identity. Like her perfect performance, his champagne bubbles and then goes flat.
Part of what I got out of the piece was perform well or die, or listen to your error played over and over again into eternity.
I’m also going back to that first room that Martinez offered, with the white dove–the Holy Ghost? a symbol of death? Kwan on the ice?–clinging on with one claw to a scratched surface. Is this perform well or die? Oh, my. Maybe I’ve got it wrong.
(Photograph by J.J. Tiziou.)
