I wonder about performance art. Which makes me wonder about fine arts. Which makes me wonder about art. Which makes me wonder about what happened to my peanut butter sandwich…Oh, I ate it, yummm.
Seriously though, I get mixed feelings inside of myself when I think about performance art. What differentiates someone sitting in a museum atrium as art, and someone sitting in a park as homeless? These are the thoughts that keep me up at night. Just kidding, I never have trouble sleeping.
