The great “petite medium” Eleanor (Kevin Kent), took time out of her busy schedule to survey the energies of some gone but not forgotten rockers. Her otherworldly skills are about to go public in EULOGY, an interactive comedy performance at West of Lenin (opening March, 18) that invites you to bring photos of those you wish to commune with from beyond. Performances will run Thursday -Saturday until April 16th, with two “Pay What You Will” Monday performances MARCH 21th & APRIL 4th).
So without further ado, these are the ‘energies’ as read by Eleanor- who is here with the living but listening, always listening, to the dead.
The ‘energies’ make themselves known in the image reflected in Kurt Cobain’s dark lenses: “What, the photographers reflection? – NO. I mean, Yes”. Look at the image there: the bicep muscle, and the brilliant white light in the form of a plus sign, parasol, they all indicate his ‘energies’ were calling: “Come inside my head, bring your strength, your ‘energy’ and “add” it to mine, “Find me”.
Some ‘energies’ scream, others are in quiet repose. Lemmy, contrary to his “hard living” persona has ‘energy’ in repose. I read this in the silver Conchos, on his hatband, circling his head like a halo, “Really an angel on earth, this one.” The bolo tie around his neck protects his heart. All is in order. The bottle of Jack, unopened, is just a prop.
No matter what we see here in this portrait: David Bowie’s ‘energies’ always say to me, “I have been out in the wind.” and no matter how straight-on or even his image appears, his ‘energy’ says: “I am headed out into the wind again.”
This is a classic example of the “lie” of the image. The fire and sparks which dress this portrait of Jimi Hendrix – they seem one thing, but the ‘energies’ tell another story: Bursitis perhaps? Is there inflammation in his shoulder? See the wince of pain in his eyes and the way he is holding his mouth. He gives himself to his muse and plays for her to the detriment of his physical body.
Madonna (who has perhaps the biggest “balls” of them all.)
I am Eleanor, and this is not a reading of the ‘energies’ that make up Madonna, really more a dental musing: Let us consider the little tooth right behind the grill: “Does that sharp little tooth care that it is not encircled in gold, too far back for the grill? Hell no. Residing in that mouth, seeing the world every time Madonna smiles or sneers, imagine the stories that little dogtooth could tell.