In District Nest Street, I lived in an abandoned storefront in midtown Manhattan for three-days and two nights and attempted to weave the empty space with my body and yarn. This performance took place in late winter and the space was had a broken radiator. Weaving with my body became an essential physical action, in addition to a pre-meditated aesthetic decision. When I was too cold to weave, I methodically knotted yarn into a massive ball.
The storefront had no bathroom or kitchen facilities so, I limited myself to a diet mainly of Triscuits and sugary beverages and allowed myself a nightly bathroom break. The Dunkin' Donuts across the way was happy to help. I slept in a sleeping bag on the concrete floor, often taking naps in the afternoon when the space was slightly warmed by the sun. Pedestrians were able to scrutinize every action I made 24 hours a day via the large plate glass windows.
After three days, I had constructed a loosely knit cocoon fort structure that provided some shelter and conserved heat. Then, I cut it down and bagged it up.
Additional Photography Ken Yee
