This week, I performed the intentions that are currently relevant to me at Ufer studios in Berlin as a part of the Transart summer residency, in a workshop on Archive and The Document to a group of about 20 or so other artists. I sat on a small brown armchair low to the ground with my legs crossed. In one hand I held a pile of ripped up pieces of note paper, and in the other I held a pair of barbers scissors. I would read the intentions out, and periodically, when the feeling took me, I would cut a piece of hair, and place it in a pile in front of me. The performance script is below.
I intend not to dump on my flatmate over breakfast.
I intend to do at least an hour of meditation every day.
I intend to do yoga every morning.
I intend to keep on top of my accounts and quarterly taxes.
I intend to write those four letters.
I intend to get the flat tyre on the bike I borrowed fixed.