I POISONED THE CAMPUS WATER
This was the first in a series of performances entitled I Poisoned The Campus Water I, II, & III, which was part of a larger body of work called These Are Not My People, I Never Should Have Come Here.
I found a mattress on the street and took it to an outdoor corner of campus, to a space behind several buildings that draws little foot traffic. I put the mattress on an elevated slab of concrete. I stuck a wooden pole into an open pipe mouth beside the concrete slab. I stood on the bed in a white formal dress and high heels and screamed, “this crazy Polish bitch poisoned the campus water!” over and over again as passing students watched me.
Social/political function: Water systems are a subject of social national trust. My approach was to consider water as a product and transformational object. Body as site: Body as a water container, made of water. Internal experience relates with external as there is no life without water. Various discourses I consider within the work: *landscape and colonialism (drinking water) *North Dakota Oil Pipeline Battle/indigenous peoples *poisoned water crisis in Flint (Ref. to Michael Moore) *terrorism *epidemiology/biology/health and safety *health insurance in US *ecology of the city/mental landscape *private sector of education/education as business *community life; taboos within university/campus life