BLINDFOLD WINDOW PIECE

BLINDFOLED/WINDOW PEACE
I saw that Susan Kleckner had organized a window performance in Soho, for one year,and that women activists would use a storefront window as a place to protest. I immediately liked the form...endurance, availability, limitation. Aaah! All the things I like, and so I decided to do a week in there blindfolded, having practiced that a few times in the early 70's, and remembered what a sweet experience that had been.
The time I allowed my husband Mitchell (Payne)to guide me, take care of me, so I could practice receiving,was a way to give myself attention and yet be more allowing as half of a couple.
And then resurrecting the 3 day blindfold for a 1975 women's conference this time living in a gallery where Pauline(Oliveros) became my guide and I became a laughing, non-judgmental, accepting nymph.
Oh how happy when habituation leaves even for awhile and I had a chance to FEEL how to respond, not SEE what to do as dictated by society or my eyes or everyday worries and patterns.I knew that if I allowed myself to be publically blindfolded for a week I would have a chance to be SOFT-HEARTED.
WHAT HAPPENED:
In the beginning I had fear of the porta-potty and using one in public, right in the front window, which is unusual for me to feel shy because I am usually very natural about bodily functions.I knew that people were seeing through the curtain that maybe I pulled shut, maybe I didn't becuase I was not seeing or being cvisually exacting, but after a day using a porta-potty in a NYC store window behind a shut curtain was a breeze!
RESULT:
What I discovered is that memory and imagination are picture making enteties and cause as many images to surface as sight itself. Of course I knew this from years of meditation retreats but this time I had a week of no-sight to really see it and privately research in my own body the neurobiology of thinking/seeing..
I found that each word that I thought, produced a picture, an image so I never missed not-seeing because I WAS seeing my thoughts, my fears, my imaginings, my memories. I saw images of words and realized that exhaustion comes from working so hard at this whole process of seeing-thinking since there seemed to be three levels of sight and thought.
1.The actual seeing of the thing or person.
2. Discarding or accepting the sight.
3.Spending more time on analyzing or reacting to the thoughts that come from the seeing.
Exhaustion comes from having the burden of all three levels and when it is possible to by-pass level one, or sight, the mind is vacationed and what is cut outof the mix is one more need to control seen reality and after a few days I thought I WAS SEEING but in a new way, a neuro-biological marvel!
My kinesthetic memory was strong and I moved without faltering and slowly (the window was about 4' by 8' so there really was no place to move to). And because of the slowness and carefullness I could feel when someone was there and HOW I FELT ABOUT THEM. I was captive and prisoner by choice, as art and because I could not run away, I RECEIVED everything and everyone;the argumentative, the gentle and it seemed an occasion to balance realities of war and peace,good and bd, righ and wrong, evil and kind.
NIGHT:I didn't see night but knew it was there and did alot of inner work on scared LITTLE LINDA; counseling and advising her, not waiting for mother and father or a prince in shining armor to come and unlock the door and get me out of there.(I was locked into the store.)
VICTORIES:
Thoughts(not sights) of fire, thieves, predators of all kiinds came and I guess it was good charnel ground meditation and I did dial out by counting the numbers on the face of the phone and called a few friends for support in the nights, a victory.
I learned to cook a complicated soup, another victory(have no idea now what kind of stove it was.)
I learned how to prepare for senior citizenship and possible macular blindness, another victory.
I learned how to feel the love of friends who reached out with soup and visits,a victory.
I allowed myself to be a vehicle for the voyeurism of viewers, peeking at me from outside the window, 2 inches away from me, another vistory.
I like practicing new skills but essentially as an artist, reaching outside of the 200 year old traditions that are male invested.
I like to use art as a forum and place to practice receptivity by feigning a handicap( I was also doing this because I had been working as a caregiver and my cancer-ridden terminal client said to me one day, "This cancer isn't going to kill me, the service is!) , and I thought, I'd better practice receiving NOW before it's too late.
AFTER A WEEK:
Equilibrium is off after 2 days,and after seven I have sea legs. Taking away the blindfold is like giving my brain a laser dose of light. I have wobbly legs, stumble, can't walk, nausea, feel like an escaped prisioner. Vow to come out of these things more gently and more professionally next time, like maybe with a doctor's guidance because this crazy way of throwing my body into trama via performance isnt working for me anymore.
I WILL DO ANYTHING TO EXPERIENCE THE SELF, but as I age I wonder if this vow will hold true?