(July 2012)

Performance (still)

Entrenched in a mise-en- scene of found objects, alone in a borrowed apartment, I make my inaugural call to my family phone psychic, Marcia. I’ve never met Marcia, who is holding a small personal object of mine on the other end of the line. Three generations of people on my mother’s side of the family have consulted her in the past.

 

 

 

 

 

(c) Lizzy De Vita 2012