Bombshell, 1994 (performance)
Unbeknownst to the audience, I let off a stink bomb. As I stand in front of them chatting informally about my experience of buying the antique wedding dress that I’m wearing, the disgusting smell starts to permeate the air. The audience becomes more and more uncomfortable all the while trying to keep up the appearance of listening to me. The smell becomes intolerable, yet I keep chatting. Nobody says anything. Eventually the performance ends when a security guard from down the hall smells the bad odour and comes to check on us.