relational artistry ~ let's explore how we relate
My name is G ame Passions. I am a durational performance artist, erotic bodyworker, a dissolution doula creating collaborative interactions for our networks of bodies, minds, and spirits. Welcome to the G spot!
Interested?
Performances
Intimacy4Sale (2024) Repetitive.
Audience members become a consolidated ‘client’ of sex doula Sightae and are invited to explore the intricacies of their patterns and desires in counterpoint to the artist’s external and internal dialogues.
Gaining their title from the Greek δούλα (doúla), meaning “servant-woman”, doulas are trained professionals who guide others through significant health-related experiences such as childbirth or death. With over ten years of experience experimenting with supporting individuals, couples, and groups through common obstacles to intimacy and secure attachment, the artist is also training as a full-spectrum birth doula.
This performance poses the question, “How might your erotic sensibilities grow through support?" Hong Kong's THY LAB 旲堂 was transformed into an audio-visual installation rife with documentative imagery, reflective exercises, and personal anecdotes and texts.
Through attention to breath and imaginative impulses, Sightae led the audience through encounters with the self, each other, and the immediate environment. These encounters ranged from tender moments of vulnerability to conscientious explorations of boundaries, juxtaposed with quotidian actions that challenge preconceived notions of sexuality and pleasure.
Centered is the concept of dissolution — of breaking down barriers and disintegrating singularities into a collective whole.
bodypause (2023) 6hrs.
I perch naked (on a chair) in front of a bowl of water (on a table).
I say good night, plunge my face into the bowl of water.
I hold my breath.
[after 30 seconds alarm rings]
I sit up and say good morning. I ask you if you’ve dreamt, if you have any recurring dreams.
[alarm rings after 30 seconds]I say good night…
[Repeat until 6 hours have passed. I am underwater 3 of them.]
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there is a second bowl and an empty chair for someone to join me in suspending interaction with the world.
will we dream together?
each emergence from liquid is a rebirth into possibility. still, patterns of our days easily become monotonous.
will we count heartbeats simultaneously? can we ever be more lucid than when each breath is precious, intentional, ephemeral?
how much longer do we have? how much longer do we give? how can we dream together?
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thank you:
@mahallaberlin for having me
photo by @_ninamako_
all who dreamed with me, continue to dream
high Gstess (2023) 6hrs.
I lay naked on the floor, wrapped in plastic, stuffed with plastic.
You reach into me (holding the trauma gently) and pull out a creative desire hand-written the day before.
Once, there is hot wax.
Often, you say thank you.
(From Jodorowsky’s La Papesse/High Priestess, who “sits on an egg. The first woman of the Major Arcana… she is doubly in gestation, both herself and this egg.”
She speaks: “Only the unfathomable God has penetrated me - I know no impurity.”)
What do you hold onto, within you, as impurities?
photo by thisismywork.online @pandora_kreuzberg Berlin
1/2 (2023) 6'/12 days.
(our proportions = the length between us/length of time)
Inspired by when Teh-Ching Hsieh and Linda Montano were tied together by an 8ft rope for 12 months, allowed to speak but not touch, my lover and I twisted the bounds:
for 12 days we were allowed to touch, but not speak.
Unclothed and nonverbal other than words leaking from the edges of abundant sleep, our silence grew into laughter through clowning, magnification of usually-internalized emotions.
I learned that the patterns we ride require so much distance to even perceive.
What are your patterns? When are they activated?
bodydrop (2022) 12hrs.
onto pulverized rock, with the tide, repeat. (smile.)
7AM-7PM on 'san quentin' beach. twelve minutes walk from the state prison.
on Ohlone-rooted land, I threw myself at the sand neighboring california’s oldest state prison beside a banner that read:
how does the earth breathe /
where do the waves break /
why do we lock each other up /
when do you crack into love for yourself...
I ask you these same questions now.
bodywalk (2020) 12hrs.
prada marfa is a biodegradable [brand redacted] store in the texan desert. the bags inside are bottomless, the shoes all right-footed, the pop architecture a quick stop on the way to somewhere else.
my non-binary body channeled continuous ‘transition’ by walking slowly for twelve unbroken hours. the balancing in this pattern encouraged more internal movement than external.
I ask you: what can we sustain together despite onlookers who question, cold and sun, our own desires to be still or travel far?
bodyclock (2019)
at mainland china’s Zhuangzi project, I sought sensitivity to time’s stretch.
for 12 hours, unbroken by bodily needs or functions, one of my hands marked minutes and my other hand marked the passing hours of an analog clock.
my first long-form piece discovered that near-stillness was purpose enough for a fulfilling day…
please share with me - what are you willing to try?
Curious to work with the Dissolution Doula?
- What can we do together?
Anything, everything.
We will begin with conversation. We will design bespoke experiments in intimacy with ourselves, each other, and the surrounding world.
- Who is this for?
Anyone... looking to recognize and accept emotions present in somatic processes and responses? Let's build soothing rituals of regulation.
- What makes this different?
I dream of building capacities for infinite love.
I offer all of myself in order to do so.