Do you need the potty? Do you?
A happening piece
The artist produces, then conceals, faecal matter. Upon perceiving the gut wrenching stench, viewers are alerted to the piece, and unable, in fact, to ignore it.
The artist stares defiant yet sad, and at a key moment in this performance, one participating viewer hesitates before joining the artist in part two of the piece, perhaps reminiscent of a Rambert modern dance production, given the graceful choreography that ensues: the artist stands in a bathroom, the viewer, now inextricably involved in the piece, wrestles with the trousers till these flop round the artist's ankles. An observer would be moved by the look of utter horror in the participant's face at discovering the contents of the Thomas the tank engine pants; even those viewers familiar with the artist seem at a loss to understand what could have possibly been ingested to produce such foul depositions. The artist is pleased - he has excelled himself. Then, some words are uttered: "stand still, I need to wipe you" "but mom, I need to wee on the potty" "you'll have to wait" "I want now" "ok, hold your willy inside" "oh, mummy look" "I said INSIDE the potty!" "It's wet" "Yes, NO, DON'T STEP ON THE PUDDLE" "I'm wet, mummy"
Artist and participant walk in circles, reminiscent in fact, of Dante's circles of hell, or perhaps an allegory of the Via Crucis, till faecal matter and urine are disposed off, and the artist is once more clean.
The end of the piece is reached when the soiled pants are sealed and disposed of, bringing pathos and redemption to audience and participants.