Blog Salon #3 “Extremely Basic” by Jefferson Pinderon Dec 04 in Article, Blog Salon, Mapping by admin
Salty South Carolina coast
Sand everywhere. In the grass, in my clothes, in my boots, in my nose, in my food.
Steamy, wet hot days of experience and agony.
You can smell the tropics in the air.
Trying to understand what brought me to this small East Coast Island.
It’s too hot. I can’t stand. I can’t lock my knees.
Trying not to fail. Trying not to break down.
Watching stronger people collapse. Does that make me stronger? Wondering
Who will be next?
I want my uniform, I want my dress blue uniform.
Don’t send me home. Don’t let me go, not without the uniform.
“What makes grass grow?”
“Blood, Blood, Blood.”
Is it true? Laying here on the ground I wonder, will it be my blood?
Are they talking about my blood? Or somebody else’s….
I hope the grass dies.
“Hit the deck!”
I drop. I feel the sand against my face.
This is the routine.
Back up, and down, Back up and down.
The Instructor watches, I’m thin and athletic.
I bounce off the ground and rebound to my feet.
I’ve got this thing. I could do it all day.
My body is too young to hurt.
No matter what they make me do,
I enjoy showing off.
I’m only 130lbs but,
I’m stronger than they think
My body was genetically prepared for this work, falling, getting up.
But my mind was not, that’s how they got me.
Everybody has a breakdown on Parris Island. It’s inevitable. The environment is designed for it.
This was my finest performance piece. I can’t remember how we marched to the grenade range. I don’t remember how I had a live grenade in my hand.
“If you drop it, boy, I’m gonna put your body on top of it! I’m not dying for you.”
This was the mantra of the instructors. We weren’t worth dying for. We were recruits.
We knew very little.
You’d think throwing an object like a grenade would be easy.
“Pull the pin, throw the Explosive and duck.”
Easy. You can’t fuck it up.
My finger was wrapped around the pin.
I couldn’t breathe. I hooked it good with my index finger. It was sweaty.
The grenade dropped. The sound was metal on concrete.
The Drill Instructor threw my body on the grenade.
I could feel the baseball shaped explosive under my flack jacket. Near the center, to the right of chest.
I waited to die. I had failed. It was going to explode. That’s a fact.
I was on the grenade, my instructor was on top of me. I waited to die.
The longest ten seconds of my life. Silence. Was I dead?
No. I can still feel the pressure of the metal against my flack jacket, against my chest. I can still feel his knee in my back.
No explosion. 15 secs, 20 secs
We both get up. The pin is still in the grenade. Barely.
The instructor grabs the grenade, pulls the pin and throws it.
It explodes down field and my heart drops. They pull me up, take me aside and quickly place another in my hand. They gather everyone around.
I must explain. I cry. I collapse.
Miracles happened on Parris Island on a regular basis.
Such a strange a peculiar moment that not a day goes by that I don’t think about that experience in one-way or another. I would go as far as to say, that everything I needed to learn about performance, I learned in Boot Camp.
I embraced the extreme experience of subjugation.
Learning to fall is something that is often rehearsed repeatedly in the military and in acting conservatories. For learning to fall is something that can be done naturally if you disable thought. Actually a great theatre professor told me that your body knows how to collapse intuitively when you pass-out. Unconsciously, your legs fold up and allows for a rather poetic and slow motion breakdown.
In the Marine Corps being horizontal on the ground is often considered to be a position of power. They call it the ‘prone’ position. You’re situated belly down on the earth and it is the most stable of all rifle firing positions. How do you garner strength in a fallen position? You make a plan so that when you spring back up, you are stronger than before, or at least you try to create the illusion.
Jefferson Pinder, a Chicago based video/performance artist, seeks to find black identity through the most dynamic circumstances. His experimental videos and films feature minimal performances that reference music videos and physical theatre. Pinder’s work provides personal and social commentary in accessible and familiar format. Inspired by soundtracks, Pinder utilizes hypnotic popular music and surreal performances to underscore themes dealing with blackness. Jefferson received his BA in Theatre from the University of Maryland, and studied at the Asolo Theatre Conservatory in Sarasota, FL. In 2000, Jefferson returned to the University of Maryland to receive his MFA in Mixed Media. Pinder was an Assistant Professor of theory, performance and foundations at the University of Maryland, College Park Art Department from 2003-2011. Currently he is an Associate Professor in the Contemporary Practices department at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. jeffersonpinder.com
Next Public Appearance: Miami Art Projects, December 2012, Patricia Sweetow Gallery – Embracing the FARB: Modes of Reenactment, Glass Curtain Gallery. November 15th, 2012-February 9th, 2013
Current Projects: Presentation of Escape Artist Research at Embracing the FARB: Modes of Reenactment, Glass Curtain Gallery. November 15th, 2012-February 9th, 2013. Participating artist for Du Bois Project at University of Massachusetts Amherst, Fall 2013