For ever day of its stream at Spectacle Theater, this occupied about a quarter of my laptop’s screen. A prolonged relationship with any piece of art attunes the viewer to small changes. Getting excited about the appearance of seagulls. The rare moments when other boats broke the horizon. Passing through the Suez. There were a couple days where I thought the stream might have been broken because I was only at my computer at times when it was nighttime on the stream, and there were no other boats on the horizon.

Unlike anything I’ve ever spent time with. Thoughts stirring on durational art.

Got to see this in a theater all to myself!

My first Artist of the Year viewing to occur in a theater!

A rewatch so temporally removed from my first viewing that it’s effectively brand new. I don’t know what child me got out of see this, but now, as an adult, the unsettling layering of performance(s), and the image of a turned-away Carrey muttering “you didn’t have a camera in my head” are unshakeable.