FRESH A performance by Theresa Byrnes September 18th exhibition of ephemera thru until the 25th

Original score - Tim Cramer

Videographer/editor - Craig Youngren, second camera - Alice O’malley

Photography -  Peter Matra

Costume - Stephanie Howard

Bag - Theresa Byrnes

Man - Rainer Evans

Stage-manger - Nick Piscatelli

Assistant - Roberta Bennett

Sparrow’s Godfather - Domo Castiglia

Produced & directed by T.Byrnes

The act of making art brings the artist into "the zone". We mirror the earth, the act of creation, because we are in essence the earth.

My performance art is eco-feminist - I refuse to join the treadmill of normalized global destruction while living a life exploring and understanding creative freedom. I began using trashed wood fragments to paint on in 2001, my hair as a brush in 2008, earth as pigment in 2011 and single-use plastic bags for mark making in 2019. 

Making paintings with plastic bags has made me feel and see plastic bags as sacred. For months I have wet them, stained them, shaped, dried and imbedded them with my child's hair. My painting, a deep contemplation. Their marks are like organs, strangely familiar. Somewhere in the process the plastic bags were humanized, spiritualized and I realized they were immortal like God.

We want to live forever, be remembered. We fear death, of vanishing without a trace. Value is hinged on how long things will last not how graciously they will fall apart. I aim to remind us of the ultimate security - impermanence.

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FRESH by Theresa Byrnes

I am a plastic bag

No separation

The sound of plastic bags scrunching sends shivers down my spine

Do we know anything but divine balance

Spoilt children of peace

A manufactured piece bought with denial

Imagine a day without plastic, without  torture, misunderstanding, genocide, betrayal

Particles of plastic, in the air, in the water

Plastic It is a part of us

And they say we can colonize another planet, when we are done with this one

Here we go again 

But there is no place to run

The urban landscape is litter

Freedom in the throw, brilliance in carelessness

Thoughtlessness a privilege handed down to us since the 50’s

Am I dark or just aware 

It marks every public space, the pattern of our disregard

The sound of plastic bags crumpling send shivers down my spine

Noose of shrink-wrap

Cigarette butts flicked

There is danger in worshipping anything eternal.

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The performance will make a life size painting with plastic. During the course of the week long exhibition the "performance painting" will dry. On the 25th of September the "performance painting" will be hung and the raffle for the smaller "FRESH" paintings drawn.

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