Last Saturday at MoMA in NYC, Tilda Swinton showed everyone her box. Her glass one. The one that she slept in for a performance piece called The Maybe, as in, I’m a little tired so maybe I’ll take a nap in this glass box.
A description in front of the piece read, “Living artist, glass, steel, mattress, pillow, linen, water and spectacles.” Much like most description cards in front of art pieces, it explained nothing.
This is not art. This is called Saturday afternoon. And Sunday. And Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday…