- Bitch!
Melati Suryodarmo.
I have no idea how to say her name.
But I said that so confidently,
you guys thought I actually said it right, huh?
No clue girl, no clue.
But anyways, Melati See-you-dray-mo
is a 52-year-old world renowned Indonesian artist
whose art pieces have reached certain levels of virality
that many artists cannot reach today.
And for some, including me,
still talk about all the time.
"I intend to touch the fluid border
between the body and its environment through my artwork.
I aim to create a concentrated level of intensity
without the use of narrative structure."
Let me repeat that.
"I aim to create a concentrated level of intensity
without the use of narrative structures."
One more time, "I aim to create a concentrated
level of intensity without the use
of narrative structures."
Let's just remix it real quick.
"I aim to create a concentrated
(warped music) level of intensity
without the use of narrative structure."
Which in my lack of art mind translates to,
"I like to make some really crazy shit
that makes no cohesive sense whatsoever."
(chaotic music) (choppy breathing)
Welcome to the world of performance art! (laughs)
(carnival music) (pipes banging)
(Mac laughing hysterically)
(Mac laughing scarily) (pipes banging)
Mac.
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Now, back to it, whee!
Art, art, art, art art.
Can't spell fart without some art, haha!
Sell your toots, kids.
In one of my previous videos,
I reacted to a video of a woman slipping on butter,
a video that I have seen multiple times before in the past,
but I was very happy to have it come back into my vicinity.
But what some of you guys might not know,
there is an entire universe of stuff just like this
in all the various corners of the world and of the internet,
and even some that were never recorded.
And it's called performance art! (laughs creepily)
"What exactly is performance art?" you ask?
I don't know. Shut the fuck up, stop asking me.
Most likely been a thing that's existed for a long time,
but it was defined around the 1950s and 1960s
when TV and recording devices were becoming
a more consumerable thing.
Artists decided that they needed
to push the world of media into a new level,
by creating live-action art pieces,
a very uncomfortable situation,
extremely uncomfortable situation, and just slightly off.
And having many of those moments only printed
in photographs or very limited videos,
basically creating art that can never
be sold in its original form,
because you can't own humans, anymore.
At least, that's what we tell our ourselves.
Basically, art where you have to physically be there
to fully experience it and immerse yourselves into it.
AKA, a way for artists to charge very high prices
for people to go sit in a room with them
as they scream in your face,
Yoko Ono. (people yelling)
Literally, Yoko Ono, she literally put people into a room,
walked up to a mic, and screamed,
for like, what, two minutes? (Yoko performance-laughing)
(Yoko moaning chaotically)
(vocalizations echoing)
- Ahh.
(people cheering)
I refuse to know how much that cost.
And there have been some pretty few
mainstream performance artists.
Lady Gaga laid on a crystal, and some other shit.
I don't fucking know what happened there.
Jay-Z rapped a song for like six hours straight
because he wanted to.
With sales down, boy, bitch.
And that's how he was able to afford TIDAL. I'm joking.
And then there are some crazy,
absolutely terrifying ones I've ever seen in my entire life.
Yes, I did take an edible
and watch a bunch of performance art videos
and creep myself out for an entire night,
and now I'm gonna talk about them to you.
Not gonna show them in their entirety,
because I want you experience that on your own.
But I'm going to recommend some shit.
One, specifically,
that I find one of the creepiest things
I've ever seen in my entire life.
Some artist named Olivier de Sagazan or Sa-gazed-on,
or Saga-zan, I don't know, girl.
Girl, I don't know. Girl.
Like, we get it, you're like from a different country.
America First! (cackles)
So basically, this artist did a installation
called "Who is behind our face?" question mark.
Are you ready to hear about it? Because here it comes.
Where he proceeds to place clumps
of like clay and dirt
all over his face, deforming him,
and then proceeds to poke the clay and stuff
with like black, blue, and red paint and shit.
I don't know, but it's making the paint drip onto the clay.
And he's also making noises.
(demon muttering)
Okay...
Okay, stop. (demon growling)
Hello?
But the creepiest part about it
is that it is purposely only in 240p.
So there's just this low-quality, grainy,
crunchy video of a man putting clay
all over his face, and like moaning.
5 million views.
So I'm here to announce my performance.
But of course, of course, of course,
you have to talk about one of the greatest videos
I've ever found in my entire life.
You know you know, girl. You've seen it, you've seen it.
Watch, watch, watch, boom, boom!
If you've seen that specific image,
you already know what the fuck is about to happen, girl.
Get ready, here we go! It's coming, it's coming.
Girl, it's coming, girl, it's about to happen.
Look at him looking around. He's ready.
He's looking around, he's looking around, girl,
and then- (pipes banging)
Dink, dink, dink, dink!
(pipe banging continues)
Dink, dink, dink, dink!
Dink, dink, dink, dink! Ay!
Dink, dink, dink, dink!
♪ On a dink-a-link-a-dink-a-link ♪
Art, bitch, art! Y'all can't even spell "art!"
- They mean that was like- - That specific video
actually counts for a full piece called "bODY_rEMIX."
Age-restricted. Age-restricted, girl.
But I'm gonna link it below.
There's titties flopping everywhere. Have fun.
It literally starts with this guy like pop-locking
over some weird robotic voice modulation,
while some girl on crutches is like chilling
with her crotch out and a microphone in her mouth.
But at first, she's like...
(modulated woman moaning)
So yeah. Pff... (people yelling)
Technically, there's a wide net,
when it comes to performance art.
You can consider many artists' concerts
performance art, basically, specifically Lady Gaga,
most likely Lady Gaga.
Every music video award performance she's done,
basically, has been performance art.
"Paparazzi" was performance art, bitch.
I remember sitting down watching that broadcast live,
and when the blood started gushing from her from the piano,
my first reaction was, "Oh, no.
Girl, hopefully that dress can get that stain out."
And one of the most prominent performance artists,
and actually an artist Lady Gaga herself studied under,
hence her laying on a crystal that one time in that video,
and like doing other shit,
I think she gets like whipped by hair.
I don't fucking remember.
One and only Marina Abramovic.
Once again, I have no idea how to say her name,
but I said that so confidently you thought that was right.
Bitch, I don't fucking know, but Marianna Aba-ro-boy.
Jay-Z did some performance art once,
but Miss Margarita Abra-movie
is like the Jay-Z of performance art, okay?
Okay? Okay?
As in, she has done some weird shit,
very much weird shit,
like sit in a chair for 49 days straight
and then stare at whoever sits in the chair across from her.
49 days straight.
And I know what some of you are probably thinking.
That's absolutely ridiculous.
Who would pay for that? Who would sponsor that?
Where would that even be put?
To which I will respond, it was placed in MoMA,
and the exhibit was paid for by-
- Moet- - Hennessy Louis Vuitton,
the company that owns, you guessed it,
Hennessy, and Louis Vuitton,
also, Tiffany's, Dior, Sephora, Fendi,
Bulgari, Givenchy, and Miss Fenty herself.
So she ate good, okay? She eating good.
So maybe it's time we get off our high horses
and see what hell's going on down these alleys,
'cause they seem to be locked into something
that we don't understand.
They down there, pat-patting up
with some money we ain't never seen.
You telling me if I became sober now,
I could make a installation where I'm just sitting
in a chair staring at people with a resting bitchface,
and I could be purchased by Mr. Louis Vuitton himself?
Hmm.
So I went down the wrong path in life, okay?
She's done a lot of other extremely weird things, like-
(people yelling)
Okay, she stood in a room with a arrow
pointing at her chest for hours,
had her hair tied in a shared ponytail
with another person for days,
and also wrote a weird play about her life and death,
which she starred in.
Let me repeat that, also wrote a weird play
about her life and death in which she starred in.
One more time, also wrote a weird play
about her life and death in which she starred in,
with Willem Dafoe.
That was the twist I added to the end.
I was building that up.
Not fully certain what happens in it,
but will Willem Dafoe is painted in white
and he's crawling on his knees and singing,
and then she's just chilling up there,
and then suddenly, tall men are floating around?
And then at one point, she gets wrapped around
by like multiple boa constrictors?
Art, bitch. Bitch, art. (modulated screaming)
She had a series of prodigies and apprentices,
including the one and only Melati Suryodarmo.
Full circle, girl! Here we are, back!
Miss butter dancing, herself!
♪ Butter dancing, getting it down ♪
♪ She going and she going, she going around ♪
Love the sound of the tribal drums,
the skin drums, what are they called?
I know they're made out of skin.
Not human skin, not human skin.
Is it human skin?
No, right, it's a cow, right? It's a cow?
Girl, I need to open a history book.
There it is, there it, there it is, though!
Come on, girl, come on, (speaks gibberish)!
Okay, okay, okay, get back up, get back up, girl.
Shape it off, here we go, girl! There it...
Here we go! (laughs) I mean, art!
So basically, this woman just lays
a bunch of butter blocks on the floor,
and just starts swag-surfing with it,
until complete chaos breaks through.
But she keeps on going.
You know what that is?
That's art in process, bitches!
Look at her, look at her arting and shit!
Aw, look at that art leg covered in art butter!
Art swag-surfing, it's all art, it's all art!
What, you don't get it? You don't understand?
That's art, bitch!
A piece to make you think,
make you unsettled, make you react.
The art itself isn't just a performance,
but it's your mind processing the moments in front of you,
how it affects you and how it consumes you,
how you try your best to relate and grab it
to a practicality, and in doing so,
naturally, giving it a meaning and giving it a life.
Or she just wanted to slip on a bunch of butter.
I don't know, girl.
She's also done a plethora of some chaotic-neutral,
like chase a chicken around a white room
while wearing some stiletto heels,
and called that, "Why Let the Chicken Run?"
Or her, "I'm A Ghost in My Own House,"
where she literally crushes coal for like hours,
making her white clothing go completely gray,
and then she kinda just like lays there for a bit too,
and then goes back to crushing more coal.
♪ Yes, girl, yes, get that rest, girl ♪
All these performances have some type of meaning
that I'm just not explaining to you guys,
because that's not my doing.
That is not what I am here for. I am not a professor.
If y'all wanna find meaning,
go watch them in their entirety,
and then tell me what you think.
Whenever I watch one of these, I'm just like,
"How much y'all getting paid? How much was this?
How do I get into it? I'll do it."
I was actually thinking about recreating the butter dance,
but then I thought, "I don't want to."
So yeah.
She also drags a glass panel around the room
and like has it lay on top of her at one point.
I don't know. Girl.
And there's also one called "The Promise,"
where she is just sitting there,
with long hair, girl.
Those locks, girl, those locks!
Mama, those locks.
♪ Mama Lente ♪
Those locks, girl!
So she's sitting there with those locks,
ripping open a stomach?
Okay, I'm done. Okay, I'm done?
Okay, we're done talking about this.
Basically, all I wanna say is,
performance art is a weird-ass world that exists,
and if you ever wanna just have a weird time in your life,
go watch these videos! (cackles)
That's literally all I wanted to do.
I just wanted to shout-out something,
give y'all some juice to watch on this website.
Girl, it's a rabbit hole and I promise you won't regret it.
Shout-out to @ZipsDoDrugs and @knight27sky32
for retweeting my last video on Twitter.
Comment down below, if you were to do
a performance art piece, what would you do?
'Cause my performance art would be me
standing in a room with candles, okay?
Okay? I'm gonna set it up for y'all.
I'll be standing in a room full of candles, in a gown.
I'll be in like a beautiful gown, just standing there.
Candles on like tall sticks, like around me.
And I'll be walking to each candle,
slowly and seductive, and blowing out each candle.
But the trick is, every candle is one of those
weird candles that like reignite,
no matter how many times you blow it out.
So the entire time, it's just me walking around for hours,
blowing out each candle as I walk to it seductively.
And when I walk away, the candle relights.
What does that mean?
No rest for the pretty people.
I understand that struggle. (cackles)
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