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Friday, August 23, 2013



During the first seven years of 14 YEARS OF LIVING ART, I was the guest of MARCIA TUCKER, Director of THE NEW MUSEUM, who graciously and generously hosted me for those 7 years by making the Wooster St window of the Museum available solely to this project. Each year the room was painted the color that I wore every day: red, then orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, white.
I sat there during Museum hours and saw people who came to me for palm/psychic readings and tarot, because at that time I was not a practicing Catholic and was able to use these gifts without question.
Presently I continue ART/LIFE COUNSELING but practice it more generically and without reference to those strategies. In fact we practice mutual PRESENCE/PRAYER.

Why did I do this back then? Was it because I remember years and years of going to Mass and Confession to men as a child when I really had always wanted to be the officiant so I designed a performance which set me up to be just that; the boss, the "man", the healer, the intercessor between the two worlds?
Was it because my social skills verge on the shy and ART/LIFE COUNSELING provides a way for me to feel comfortable talking with others? An added benefit is that we don't have to "small talk".
Was it because I really wanted to be able to design an event which would bring me to NYC on a scheduled basis?
Was it because I have an unusual skill and can really be of service to others using this practice?
Most likely all of the above are relevant reasons for my performing ART/LIFE COUNSELING.

What you see in this photo is an orange room ( I know it looks yellow but it is orange because my hair was short during the orange year ). I am holding my eyes. WHY? Who knows! Was I sitting with the person who wanted me to give then stock tips? Or the one who I saved from suicide? Or is this the one who pulled a knife on me and threatened my life? No I think I am sitting with one of the hundreds of friendly and lovely co-creators who came to see me year after year after year, wanting to be face to face with another human in a museum?

On the table is a salt shaker. Often I would sprinkle some on the visitor's hand and say, "Take this experience with a grain of salt!"

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