Alice Chauchat and others: The Love Piece
Overwhelmed by a combination of cheesy love songs and the look of his brown sincere eyes, I am swept of my feet for a second – fortunately I am sitting. I am in the Kunsthalle watching The Love Piece, exclusively for ten audience members and ten performers. The focus is to give love and the tall, brown-eyed man that has taken me by the hand is being really honest. If I am sincere so is he, when the situation makes me laugh he seems amused. He understands me, he really does. He likes me, he really does. I am troubled by the thought of involuntarily consuming prostitution – can you buy someone’s love even if you don’t intend to? And at the same time I am imagining how it will be when I leave and he comes after me.
I feel pathetic in an enjoyable way, just like when I cry during ‘Four Weddings and a Funeral’.
