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recorded this piece in the bathroom where I was living at the time
and talked about memories of another bathroom, the one in Donald’s
house. I was experimenting with the layering of voices to get across
the idea of different time periods.
sound of door closing then sound of me taking
my pants down and using the toilet throughout dialogue.
Janet I think I remember
a green door with black squares on it and a line of black that goes
all the way around the room. And there’s a book on the back of
the toilet, the toilet...
Janet voiceover comes
in overlapping She had her hands braced on the rack
bent over the water, which was still in the tub. They’d just finished bathing together and one thing
led to another and they were making love, his pelvis against her buttocks,
his hands pulling back on her hips, both were sweating, they needed another
bath soon. But the rack pulled off, she fell with it, banging her head against
the tub, cutting her arm, his penis went limp with the shock. And they drove
to the hospital; her head was bruised but ok and she needed five stitches on
her arm. They told the doctor that she was reaching for a towel on the tub
when it broke.
Janet ...and there’s a window
above the bathtub.
sfx flushingtoilet and washing hands.
Janet If you look out the
window you can see the church steeple ... or was that in France, I can’t
Janet voice overlapping The
nurse said to the doctor: that reminds me of the time the guy bruised his penis
so badly that he couldn’t have intercourse for six months. They were
doing it leaning against the wall and it slipped out and hit it against the
wall, banging it so hard that he broke it. Of course he had heard that from
a friend of a friend at a party, where all stories eventually lead to talk
Janet I can’t remember but
there’s a piece of art above the shelf...
Bathroom Stories was created for the independently organized, site-specific
Desert Art Event that took place in Lethbridge, Alberta, a small city
with a population of 75,000. It is an intense yet unassuming town where
you can see the mountains a hundred kilometers away rise abruptly out
of the arid prairie. It is also where liberal university students,
Christian fundamentalists, descendants of the Siksika Nation Blood
and Piegan tribes, traditional Hutterites, and one of the most cohesive
art communities I have ever experienced all coexist, but rarely intermingle.
part of the event dedicated to in situ art was subtitled Art All Over
My House. And it was just that. Seventeen artists exhibited all sorts
of installa-tions in various rooms of my upstairs apartment, in the
front and back yards, as well as on the porch, tracks, and in the dirt
basement. Janet created an audio work for my cramped bathroom. There
was an old, cast-iron, claw-foot tub that Janet had asked me to wash
in and leave to go cold for the duration of the show. A Walkman with headphones
was screwed to the wall just outside the lavatory door. The cord was
long enough to reach inside. Janet used sounds recorded on location,
like the closing door, the flushing toilet, the washing of hands in the
sink, and the sound of water in the bath.
then there was Cardiff ’s seductive, signature voice speaking dreamily.
The narrator drew attention to the features of the bathroom, as if
she were trying to recall them because she was no longer there. What
was on the shelves ? On the walls ? These observations and ghostly
sounds, like the water running when it wasn’t really running, punctuated
other strange stories about sex and highly charged, metaphoric images
of women sinking. It was all woven together using dream-like jumps
Audio walk, 5 min.
Curated by Donald Goodes for the group exhibition Art All
Over My House, part of the Desert Art Event.
Lethbridge, Alberta, Canada