Story of the 流浪狗. (Performance)
This was my contribution for a performance involving residents and artists in Fuzhou, China.
The writing below was attached to my body in different areas, and read aloud from the organiser on stage, within a circle of people, whilst the lights were turned off. During which, I attempted to evade and resist, and hide.
"This was my dog and she was the perfect pet because neither owned the other. I would sometimes offer food and I would see her offer her affections to strangers in the hope for more. I once saw her chase after a delivery man on a scooter 100 meters down the road, simply because he fed her.
She was a previously owned dog, judging by her level of trust. She trusted the roads too much. She waited for me every time I left my 10th floor apartment. She had this trick of following me by walking on ahead. She followed me far, sometimes for hours, then we would part. Sometimes when another dog showed up, and sometimes when I entered a building.
One day she disappeared, it was on the day when I knew it had been more than a few too many. But being a creature who passes through the borders of urban human and dog society is not permissible. I probably knew one day she would vanish. A neighbour -another who cared for her – asked me where she had gone. Neither of us knew what happened. I assumed it was best not to know.
These dogs, entering packs, domesticating the street which makes them appear wild and in turn altering the street’s human domesticity. Not so much fully returning to their animal natural states but something else. They’re like the chubbily married men I see near my village when they enjoy a night out with their BBQ, beer and KTV girls; except the dogs don’t owe anything at the end".
This was my contribution for a performance involving residents and artists in Fuzhou, China.
The writing below was attached to my body in different areas, and read aloud from the organiser on stage, within a circle of people, whilst the lights were turned off. During which, I attempted to evade and resist, and hide.
"This was my dog and she was the perfect pet because neither owned the other. I would sometimes offer food and I would see her offer her affections to strangers in the hope for more. I once saw her chase after a delivery man on a scooter 100 meters down the road, simply because he fed her.
She was a previously owned dog, judging by her level of trust. She trusted the roads too much. She waited for me every time I left my 10th floor apartment. She had this trick of following me by walking on ahead. She followed me far, sometimes for hours, then we would part. Sometimes when another dog showed up, and sometimes when I entered a building.
One day she disappeared, it was on the day when I knew it had been more than a few too many. But being a creature who passes through the borders of urban human and dog society is not permissible. I probably knew one day she would vanish. A neighbour -another who cared for her – asked me where she had gone. Neither of us knew what happened. I assumed it was best not to know.
These dogs, entering packs, domesticating the street which makes them appear wild and in turn altering the street’s human domesticity. Not so much fully returning to their animal natural states but something else. They’re like the chubbily married men I see near my village when they enjoy a night out with their BBQ, beer and KTV girls; except the dogs don’t owe anything at the end".
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