I stood still in the corridor. I could feel sharp tweaks to my neck as people approached. I knew it had started, people had noticed me. I did not speak which people found puzzling. A woman asked me if this was a project, and persisted to ask me things. Eventually she realised that I was not going to answer her. I heard lots of nervous laughter and shrieking as peoples ankles became tangled amongst threads each time causing friction to my neck. One girl walked straight into it and panicked, shouting help as she tried to free her ankles. I didn’t do anything. Eventually she stood there flustered explaining that she couldn’t move. I remained motionless, when the threads straightened out she ran away. I carried on, still focused on the pins holding me to the spot. At first I was anxious but then began to fall into a daze. I was aware of every one walking by me but they became hazy. I became obsessed, I had said at the beginning that I would stop after 15 minutes but I couldn’t, 45 minutes had past and I was still there. More and more people came towards me speculating about what I was doing but there voices started to fade as I became glued to the spot. Every so often I would feel thread dig into my neck as someone noticed me. Some would stare others would try to ignore me. My feet started to ache as the time went on and I started to feel like I was swaying no matter how much I tried to staying static. After an hour I was so full of discomfort that I had to finish. I removed the threads and walked away. All that remained were the red lines in my skin on either side of my neck.

This is a piece of writing that i did for my artist statement. it is a responce to the performance i did earlyer in the year. I am quite interested in makeing something more with this but i am very unsure of how i could use it.