Seated on a chair with papers stuck to her genitals and breasts in an open black coat like a “pervert.” On the paper was written, “Under these papers hides an artist who is gifting his body to FLUXUS, but if you think that she is going to get naked, know that the woman is no longer an object.” Then BEN comes onstage and screams at me in front of everyone, “METCUC, this is not FLUXUS, this is theatre!” I get up and give him the finger with each of my hands, yelling “FUCK FLUXUS.” Ben goes away. And the audience comes to see me, telling me, “Bravo, you are Fluxus, you understood everything.”

(I think that Ben understood my work during this performance thereafter.)