Remember in health class when they made you watch Life’s Greatest Miracle and you clenched your vagina in phantom sympathy-pain and vowed never to let anyone impregnate you? If you would like to reproduce that experience IRL, head on down to Bushwick’s Microscope Gallery for Marni Kotak’s The Birth Of Baby X, an “installation, video, durational performance culminating in a live birth.” Oh boy!
In addition to giving birth at the gallery (aided by her doula and her widwife), Kotak will be documenting the growth of her child into adulthood in an ongoing piece called Raising Baby X. It seems somewhat ironic that she’s forcing her kid to live his/her/zir life in public, Truman Show-style, when she just talked about how much she hates Facebook, but at least she will be the one making money off it, not Mark Zuckerberg.
In an interview with The Village Voice, Kotak talked about how creating a child is the greatest work of art of all, and how she’s trying to create fully lived experiences, and whatnot:
I hope that people will see that human life itself is the most profound work of art, and that therefore giving birth, the greatest expression of life, is the highest form of art. This child is the greatest work of art that Jason and I could ever make together.
So often I find that people overlook how our lives are full of the most amazing, shocking, challenging, beautiful, and disturbing experiences — far more interesting than anything anyone could put together as a “performance.”
I don’t want to sound overly skeptical–I actually have a lot of respect for performance art if it’s done well, and maybe this will be–but it also makes me wonder a little. Is everything a human body does automatically “art,” or what? Am I making art right now by breathing, chewing, and digesting my food? Answer: if I call it art, then sure. Don’t forget that bad art is art, too.
(Via Animal New York)