I mixed the royal icing fresh on the day of the performance so that I was in the mindset that I usually am when baking. The icing was applied thickly with the same wooden mixing spoon which gave it a dripping texture when left to set vertically. The royal icing made the mask more fragile as when it was set it would crack under the slightest pressure. I feel that the texture added to the eeriness of the mask purely by its appearance.
On the day of my performance we had an attending visiting artist named Rachel Price. Charlotte, who assisted me in the performance, decided to give me to Rachel to guide which she was quite surprised about. The performance was an extremely uncomfortable experience for myself, because of the heaviness of the mask and the lack of sight, and for the audience because of the awkwardness that reflected off of my and onto them. What stood out to me the most was how heightened my other sense became within a few minutes of wearing the mask. Any bumps on the floor were suddenly mountains and basic rays of sunlight felt like the Sahara desert. I found that the most interesting instruction given to me was to “turn towards the heat” because of how clear it was to me due to the differences in temperature when the sunlight was on me and when it was not. When discussing my performance I attempted to put forward the idea that I am not a feminist artist, although everything about this piece points towards it. Rachel told me that to move this piece forward I could add a comical effect in which I throw pies randomly during my lectures at my lecturers. During the whole critique Rachel really drove the point home that art should make you feel uncomfortable, and this is something that definitely would. Perhaps to begin with I could throw the pies at the walls before the lecture or during. However, while I enjoyed having an interactive audience, I do not think they participated enough, and so for my next performance I will take away the senses of my audience and instruct them.