2015 – Present – Suicidal Ideations
This is a series of photos of me, Pierre Richardson, in moments of great anguish. Either having a panic attack, some other mental break, or feeling suicidal. Most are taken at the emergency room at the Civic Hospital, under great distress.
2014 – Getting Stoned (No documentation of this performance was made)
Standing against a wall back facing the crowd assembled for the performance, each with a rock chosen in hand. They were instructed to throw the rock at me, as hard as they wished, and hit me wherever they wished.
I thought up this piece while thinking about stoning as a punishment, how cruel and drawn out it is, and the juxtaposition of that and the fact that I had never actually gotten “stoned”, or smoked any marijuana in boring terms. Was there a comparison? Slowly taking time off your life, wasting away, or getting hit by rocks, until he clock ran out. The parallel of the absurdity, the humour in the simple title is basically all I needed to go forward. I do not believe in stoning as a punishment for any crime, but I did not want to really bring up the cultural aspects, that is an argument I am not fit to substantiate.
I stood there, I don’t think I flinched, as the rocks struck the wall. It was strange, I was not worried or scared about getting hurt, I simply resigned myself into the act.
No rocks connected.
After the performance, some people were saddened. Some by the fact they felt compelled to try and hit me, someone who had done nothing to them, with a rock, simply because they had been instructed to. Others were upset they did not hit me.