Wednesday, October 17, 2012
I performed 'Apparition' in Chicago as a part of Defibrillator's Rapid Pulse International Performance Art Festival. I "appeared" beneath the bridge where Mary has been seen in the water markings on the wall of the underpass. Many cars drove beneath the bridge and there were quite a few double takes. Here is what I wrote about the experience:
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Photo by Rico Svaughn
I had an amazing time performing at Houston's first International Performance Art Festival. Much thanks to Kelly Alison and all of the wonderful crew and artists that made the experience so crazy great.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Monday, October 17, 2011
Performed by Julia Wallace during Continuum's performance art retreat "Beach Fuck It Bingo" in Galveston Tx,
Facilitated by Continuum
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I have nightmares about the ocean. Tidal waves and drowning.
I love the ocean. It is where I go when I need to reset.
Performed by Julia Wallace
Filmed by Jonatan Lopez
during Beach Fuck It Bingo in Galveston, Tx
Facilitated by Continuum
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
a performance by Julia Wallace
This piece was performed on the Graustark Bridge over Houston's major freeway Interstate 59. I appeared as the Virgin Mary for the traffic, holding my baby Lily, and nursing her when she was hungry.
photos by Craig Hart Christie Jr.
video by Jonatan Lopez
facilitated by Continuum
Saturday, April 16, 2011
I led a Performance Art Workshop at the Jenner House.
Amazing artists came and participated, and they performed some beautiful pieces.
conceived by Jonatan Lopez
performed by Continuum
video documentation by Jonatan Lopez & Rico Svaughn
photo documentation by Rico Svaughn
Friday, February 18, 2011
A performance by Julia Claire Wallace
Blauverschiebing No. 3
In this performance I had the audience walk with me in circles around the space. Then, I stepped onto the stage, and completely undressed, exposing my pregnant body. I took my digital camera and went over my entire body, looking at myself through the camera screen. Then, I went out into the crowd and examined individual members of the audience through my camera. I then returned to the stage and examined my body, this time without the camera. I ended the performance by standing in front of the crowd and making eye contact with each member of the audience.
Friday, January 21, 2011
photo by Hilary Sculane
In this performance the audience was given pieces of paper that asked them to write down a sexual act that they have done that they are very proud of. The papers were collected. Volunteers from the audience picked out papers randomly and read them for the crowd. In response, the audience clapped and cheered excitedly.
This performance explores the feeling of pride that often accompanies sex. It will give the audience a chance to be congratulated for a job well done, and perhaps create a kind of intimacy through the sharing of private moments. This piece also subverts any guilt or embarrassment that may come from these private moments, by making them anonymous, and giving the audience a chance to be proud of something, and get attention for something, that they may be uncomfortable announcing any other way.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
Saturday, January 16, 2010
I have started a blog to encourage the Performance Art in Houston, even though i am not sure there is very much of it. Maybe this is an attempt to find it.
PERFORMANCE ART HOUSTON
I have also been putting on a monthly performance art night at Notsuoh, a local bar run by Jim Pirtle, a true Houston Performance Artist. Most of the performers would have never called themselves performance artists before participating in the event, but i am thrilled to create an opportunity for them discover the option.
Here is a post from Performance Art Houston that documents one of the nights.
It has been really exciting and fulfilling for me.
It has also given me the chance to perform almost once a month, this has been really interesting... my pieces have created a kind of narrative of my growth. I read a love letter to myself while slowly undressing, revealing my body to the crowd, I threw a tantrum, I spanked myself to Carrie Underwood's Cowboy Cassanova, and I masturbated while covered in sugar. Each piece needs a detailed explanation, and hopefully i will be able to create an exhibition or show that will bring it all together eventually. Jim Pirtle wrote about my pieces and about performance art night on his blog here, which was a really interesting read for me.
Visit Performance Art Houston for info on future events.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Julia Claire Wallace read this letter on stage,
while slowly undressing.
She ended the piece naked.
I love you.
I love you.
I love who you are.
I love your hair, how you never know quite what to do with it, how you come up with bizarre ways to hide it, or you go through strangely beautiful fazes of different , not quite stylish attempts to make sense of it.
I love how you don’t keep up with its color, the tips are some unnatural red and the roots are the color of a mouse.
I love how you care about things, but you don’t care about things at the same time. I love that uncomfortable contradiction.
I love your eyes, a Gray Blue. Gray seems to be the color that fits you, the color of ashes, the color of your grandmother’s hair. Your eyes, your skin, your colors, remind me of the ocean, my favorite place, the salty heavy air, the dirty natural rawness of nature, with the water, a refreshing savior from itself.
I love the way you cling to existence, even when you are sick with emotion, with grief, with sadness, with desire, with loss. You can still see, you have always kept feeling even when you were hurting. You are so thankful.
I love the way you love people, I love the way you care so much. I love the way you give and love and understand. I love the way you look at people, who other people turn away from. I love the way you are scared of people, the way you shake and can barely breathe sometimes from anticipation and worry, I love the way you take deep breaths and try anyway. I love the way you shake and cry through the things you are scared of.
I love the way that you get so sick over fucking up, you care, you try to make it right, it becomes an obsession, sometimes the obsession makes you fuck up even more, but I have faith in you, you always seem to figure out eventually, you listen to yourself, you seek out the answers, you try. I love that.
I love your clothes, like your hair, you try so hard but you don’t give a shit at the same time. I don’t even understand it. I want to. I want to understand you so I can love you more. You pick so carefully and so oddly. Who is it for, Julia? I love the way you care so much, and don’t care at all, I love your confusion, your earnest confusion.
I love your body,
I love your clavicles, when I draw you I never leave them out. I love feeling your bones and organs through the thick blanket of your skin, what a miracle, you are, living breathing thinking seeing, everything. I can hardly believe that you exist. I am so grateful for that existence.
I love your wide hips, so female. I love your thick legs, so substantial.
I love your pubic hair! Never shave! I love running my fingers through it, I love its color and its stiffness. I love the smell of your pussy, it smells like sex, like bodies and togetherness and freedom.
I love your stomach, I love holding it, I love how you stick it out and look in the mirror and think, I look so pregnant and you smile! I love how you hold it in constantly, I love how you love it and worry about it at the same time.
And your ass, I love your ass, so big, and wide and womanly. So sexual.
I love your cellulite, when I see your cellulite I think of real sex, not television sex, not porn, not models in bikinis in magazines. I think of real true fucking. I think of glances you are lucky to get, secrets and vulnerability and the heart of things, I love your cellulite. I love that it makes you embarrassed, that it makes you worried. I love how it makes you nervous to ever wear a bathing suit, I love how it breaks your heart in dressing room mirrors, but it doesn’t need to, I love it. Its so beautiful.
You’re so beautiful.
I love you, Julia
Saturday, May 2, 2009
I mourned there, and I thought about how sometimes when things die, you want to die with them.
Then I got up, and i made a plaque in loving memory.
I put it where the friendship died and thought about life after death.
(plaque reads: In loving memory of the friendship of Julia and Nancy. May the memories of your creativity and love overcome those of your painful passing.)
Friday, April 10, 2009
I Will Give You This Painting That I Spent Alot Of Time On And Put Alot Of Effort Into If You Will Slap Me In The Face
at Too Much Cake,
a show curated by Buffalo Sean at Colab for SXSW
Julia Claire Wallace chose a volunteer from the audience, an artist named Daniel Adame, whom she had never met before.
He placed his hand against her face, pulled it away and then brought it back hard.
She handed him the painting.
A strange feeling of intimacy was created by the exchange.