Some chose to let the art sit around like tourists with nowhere to go, others played loud music and drank 'till the hotel management kicked them out, while some did unspeakable things in the dark- this group made the most sense of having this event in a hotel. The rest of the art should have stayed in whatever space it came from. All Wampler wants to do is ride again and again. View of installation, 1997. In the 90's no amount of water is ever going to set us right, make us clean.
Nothing can wash away the Real of history.
Skip's skin seemed proof of this, by the end of the performance large red marks boiled to the surface. The welts on his body were traces of the unsaid of the event. Art cannot protect the body from the havoc of social sins . View of performance, 1997. A woman on the floor with her legs holding on to the bed created a fine tension between desire and nostalgia.