After 200 people came and went, 12 hour painting marathon and no script, no money changed hands, no models, no artists, no audience, because anyone that stepped into the studio that day played their own script, became the artists, the models, the canvas, the audience of their own painting.
Caution - nudity.
The most amazing day in the life of Xquisite Corpse, I asked New Yorkers from all walks of life to write me a message. From the delivery guy on East 51st street, people waiting to be seated for lunch on the Upper East side, the doormen of Radio City hall... Together, we wrote the poem of our collective subconscious and I called it Today.
The central piece in Xquisite Corps Act Two which provided momentum for action. No one remained indifferent toward the Runway and the audience kept changing it in all kinds of ways until the paint run out.
Due to intervention from the audience, Xquisite Shodo turned into a giant Kimono. An installation created in Central Park over Easter Weekend, where we paint together with the audience using long brushes, ink and a giant piece of paper.