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Hello,

My name is Marina Abramovic and I am a performance artist.

In my late 20s, I started to make performance, pushing my mental and physical boundaries.

For 12 years, I made work with my lover and fellow artist Ulay - living like nomads through Europe, Australia and Asia, where we ended our personal and professional relationship on the Great Wall of China.

Through years of happiness, heartbreak, fear, success, failure, I continue to confront the challenges that face me, so I can understand and shift human consciousness.

I released recently my memoir Walk Through Walls.

On Wednesday November 30th at 1PM EST / 10AM PST, I will be answering your questions on Tumblr. That is a very special day for me, because it is also my 70th birthday. I am excited to spend it with this community.

Ask your questions here.

(Ph: Marco Anelli) 

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Is anyone Out There?

 ::A man on his own::

I’ve been walking down this path for a long time now. The road looks and feels the same. The loose pebbles that make up the floor still make each step unstable and difficult to move at a comfortable pace. There are no walls on the side except thick bushes, and though I'm a fond lover of the night, this road seems to always have an unsettling darkness with an overwhelming feeling that I’m being watched not by one set of eyes but by much hidden. The road looks the same no matter how long I wobble down this road. 

“is anyone out there?!”

I swear the more I walk through here the dryer these leaves get. I could begin to see that behind the bushes there is a brick wall narrowing into an alley.

“Is anyone out there?! ugh”

I whisper to myself, “as if anyone would answer. Great! and now I'm talking to myself, great! it was just a matter of time before I went crazy.”

“Come on! Someone! If you can hear me please help me out!”

To be honest I don't remember how I got here. I feel like its a dream, I don't remember the beginning of any of this, I mean I just seemed to appear here, and for all I know, I'm probably walking the wrong way. I mean, the bushes are drying up in this direction and the alley seems to get more narrow. 

“Fuck This! who knows how long I’ve been waddling down this road,” I grunted with frustration and desperation. 

If I climb this wall then I could probably see if this leads anywhere or if I should head back. I climbed the wall and the branches seemed to give me a light push to climb on top of the tall structure with ease. There’s nothing, both sides of the road seem to get lost in the distant fog and on both sides of the wall is an immense fall that leads to a rocky death. 

“Hello is anyone there?!” I screamed. “Help! Please! Somebody HEEEEEEELP!” 

I yelled at the top of my lungs, but space seemed so neverending and vast that my voice seemed to get lost in the wind. If, by any chance, there was someone out there even 10 ft away the wind wouldn't allow them to hear me. 

“Fuck FUUCK!”

I jumped down into the alley again and began to scream and cry until I realized, this is gonna be a horrible death. But, what scared me the most wasn't the thought of dying, I was scared of dying alone. The end of my days here didn't mean anything if I went on a trip and nobody came with me. If I wanted to get away from my life so bad, then things must've been bad where I was before this alley. At the beat of every heartbeat beating and beating my life, and self-worth seemed to devalue lower and lower. I began thinking of everything I missed out on, and it was so much that I didn't do out of fear of failing. 

So what now! I'm a failure there's no doubt about it. There is nothing to lose. Seriously, I mean I'm at the point where the worst case scenario is I die a painful death or, I die a fast death. 

I climbed over the wall and the few branches remaining seemed to lift me to the top of the wall again. 

With tears in my eyes drying against the strong wind blowing in my face I screamed into the reigning wind, “I don't want to suffer. I don't fear death but, I just don't want to suffer.” Suddenly, I felt the branches moving and beginning to nudge me off the wall and I began to feel the separation of my body from the wall. The branches were trying to get rid of me. Feeling the fear of my feelings actually coming into action faster than I could control and the wind blowing stronger, making me loose grip and balance from my seat on the wall I screamed, grasped a vine and threw myself into the alley again.

Lying on the pebbled ground crying and trying to catch my breath I leaned against the wall and began to notice the pebbles moving me deeper into the alley. I stood up and tried walking the opposite way but the pebbles moved faster and what few vines were left moved out of the way so I wouldn't grab onto them. Suddenly what was once a pebbled straight ground turned into a slide heading down into an unknown landing.

Having my body slammed onto the ground I began to lose consciousness and with a weak whisper I voiced to an unfamiliar shadow, “Please, I need help!” and for the first time in what seemed to have been months of isolation, I heard, “Shhh” 

I closed my eyes and before losing consciousness I thought, At Least I’m not Alone.”

-BM-

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Imagination is just a Doorway into your own Reality

Berales

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Such beautiful paintings 

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The eyes stand out so much, they’re mesmerizing. 

“Prisoner”, Acrylic on canvas, 18" x 24" via /r/Art https://www.reddit.com/r/Art/comments/72gbtx/prisoner_acrylic_on_canvas_18_x_24/?utm_source=ifttt

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Just a Little bit...

My name does not add any value or drawback to what I’ll write so let us just jump in. I write for the pleasure of writing, I have had some of my best works displayed ON books, magazines, newspapers, and even napkins at my local bar or quaint restaurant. I say ON because I just scribbled thoughts and notes of mine over actual published work that I found in (wait for it) books, magazines, newspapers, and the free napkins at the local bar. I have never had any published work proudly displayed on a newsstand or The New York Times bestsellers shelves, however, I love escaping my sometimes morbid or depressing existence into a world of my own where everything is as I wish or fear it to be. Join me in my escape filled with errors, fumbles, humor, tears, fear, and realizations. Who knows, you might not find what you need, but you might get a small taste of what you want. 

Short Stories and Diary inputs will be what fills this page so get ready for grammar errors aplenty. Errors will come at you from all directions taunting your pet peeves, just like a mosquito roams around you in a damp humid summer day. I feel the need to repeat this once more, some sentences might not make sense, paragraphs might escape in flight in a way that disrupts your reading but through it all please ignore all the little details & try to see the big picture. 

Well, if you’ve made it this far GREAT! and WELCOME :) 

"Enter our House and partake of our hospitality as the hummingbird sucks on a mango.” -Maude-