No Satisfaction.

"When I'm drivin' in my car  / And that man comes on the radio / He's tellin' me more and more / About some useless information  / Supposed to fire my imagination / I can't get no, oh no, no, no / Hey hey hey, that's what I say" 

- (I Can't Get No) Satisfaction by The Rolling Stones

The Rolling Stones have encapsulated my reaction to my first official critique within the graduate school context (see above).  Fortunately the experience reiterates that I must seek 'satisfaction' (Note: 'satisfying', 'satisfaction' are choice buzzword in grad school) in my own practice.  I think it's worthwhile striving to ask questions of myself that challenge my ways of doing- without the expectation that someone else should do it for me.  I might be served more effectively by engaging the flaws of 'critique'- whether the discussion traps us all in the vortex of the coonbox or  binds me in feminist panties.  So, the hiccup of my crit was the white paint suit I typically employ in my performance work.  I've decided, that instead of abandoning it or fabricating some complicated reason for my simple (yet considered) choice of the suit in the first place, I'm going to create a more involved relationship with the object itself.  

Me and that white suit?  We likethis, son!  Stay tuned...