I am hanging from
the ceiling on a rope. My legs are covered with honey. The audience is
given a flyer with the text "In the next ten minutes you will be
able to lick my legs. After that I'll leave a trace." At the end,
the assistant pulls me down and drags me across the space toward the exit.
Honey on my legs leaves a trace. The sticking trace of my desire is spreading
around by people's shoes.
|© 2005 Aleksandar Macasev|