This time its all in my mind. But let me know if you perform this piece.

Years ago, in 1972, this piece was first performed. I lived in Davenport Iowa at that time. Most people would say “I am all ears, what pray do tell were you doing living in the land of pigs and corn.” Well the reason I was there was simply because I stopped off in Davenport on one of my travels around the country. I had heard that it was in Davenport that the Mississippi River flowed east to west rather than north to south. One of those little geographical quirks that an artist of my nature just loved. I went to quite a number of these types of places in my travelling days. Once stopping my start from going else where I got a nice little 3rd floor flat and went to work doing window design for a major department store. It was there that I met a young artist named Petal who was as white as a Full Sail Tea rose, pure as a ivory flake, and as fancy as a virgin’s bridal gown. Petal and I did many fine art pieces together all around the town. We were so very much in love. This piece was performed from the 3rd floor back porch on 3rd Street on a day very much like today. I bring it out once again as I have over the years for my enjoyment and for others amusement. Since I now live in a modern apartment with no back porch and no clothes line I work it up and out in my mind. I hope that you can do the same.

Winter Action Work

1972-2008

Today we are in the midst of a major snowstorm.

Artist will get to work around noon.

Four clothes ins will be painted pure white.

Use these pins to hang two flat white sheets on the clothes line.

Let the work begin.

View the work form the 3rd floor back porch window.

Go down to the 2nd floor. View the work from there.

Go down to the 1st floor, go outside and look up.

Artist will view this work at any time during the snowstorm.

Call some friends, invite them over to view the work.

When the work becomes tiring remove the sheets from the line.

Wash, dry, fold and put the sheets away.

Petal and I did quite a few works together in the Davenport area. Once the poet T.E.D sent us alarm clock with instructions to throw it in the Mississippi River. Now this was in the days before there where bombs here and bombs there. T.E.D wound the clock up on the east coast and it ticked tocked all the way to the mid-west. We went down to the river banks and through the clock in the river on Sunday morning.