When one of the world's most respected and renowned performance artists invites the public to take part in her new collective piece in the city that you just moved to, you brave the sub-zero weather and queue outside for no less than 3 hours to join her. You pack out in layers so that you bare a close resemblance to a life-size egg and ask the friendly strangers around you to hold your place in the line while you go inside and massage the blood back into your frozen numb feet every 30 minutes.
You follow the instructions to leave phones and watches outside and enter a bubble where time is a forgotten concept. You cry for the first part and then people watch for the next and you feel an overwhelming sense of intimacy and peace and something else too great and intangible to put into words. You clear your mind and make the present moment count and lose yourself in an unexpected meditation.
And the next time you open your eyes, it's sunset already.Read More