TO BE PIGEON HOLED
Daniel T. Gaitor-Lomack, 2018
Performance
Standard Oil Building, Omaha, NE
To Be Pigeon Holed...Daniel T. Gaitor-Lomack
Waltzing in between columns with a leather roller chair spinning the legs like blades on a box fan.
(Singing foolishly through concrete)
The higher you gooooooo the more you are Pigeon Hooooooled,
Oh what a feeling to be Pigeon Hooooooled.
You find a way in but you can’t find a way out. The sun light creeping through the window resembles God. A God that brings doubt.
Looking down I see death beneath my feet. Skeletons and broken wings of the fallen.
Across from me are penitentiary chances.
Dust of labor corrodes my lungs.
A letter written in red ink is to honest to give to my recent lover,
I recite it in the corner instead.
Sweat from my dirty work burns my eyes.
Or was she just a flame in my mind?
My body breakdances on a block of tile.
Toasting a stained empty glass of wine from a lost time.
Teaching my horse how to hurdle,
Blue is not much of a jumper.
Yale your house is on fire!
Yale your house is on fire!
Knock knock, no one answers the door.
Shots ring out from 2 Corn Glock 9s!
Pew Pew Pew Pew Pew Pew Pew Pew!
Transparency is the Devil.
It triggers a cleanse,
Perfect for target practice.
My Walkman gives me life because she gave it to me.
Then she gave me life.
Not this life.
A life fearless of falling from and flying for.
Huskers are playing today, I should hurry up.
Running from wall to wall mopping in shameless rhythms.
Whew!
Mr. Rockefeller is sure gonna be proud of me!
There’s a ribbon from the sky around my neck tied tight as I twirl and recite,
Own nothing control everything!
Own nothing control everything!
Own nothing control everything!
Own nothing control everything!
On edge holding on for dear life,
Until I finally break free!
Landing flat on my black ass, Wabi Sabi surrounds me.
James Brown is leaving the building
*I repeat
James Brown is leaving the building
to explore A Man’s World.
Blinded by the brightest sky but still I smile.
Now let’s go watch that game,
Celebrating to make it out.
Daniel T. Gaitor-Lomack, 2018
Performance
Standard Oil Building, Omaha, NE
To Be Pigeon Holed...Daniel T. Gaitor-Lomack
Waltzing in between columns with a leather roller chair spinning the legs like blades on a box fan.
(Singing foolishly through concrete)
The higher you gooooooo the more you are Pigeon Hooooooled,
Oh what a feeling to be Pigeon Hooooooled.
You find a way in but you can’t find a way out. The sun light creeping through the window resembles God. A God that brings doubt.
Looking down I see death beneath my feet. Skeletons and broken wings of the fallen.
Across from me are penitentiary chances.
Dust of labor corrodes my lungs.
A letter written in red ink is to honest to give to my recent lover,
I recite it in the corner instead.
Sweat from my dirty work burns my eyes.
Or was she just a flame in my mind?
My body breakdances on a block of tile.
Toasting a stained empty glass of wine from a lost time.
Teaching my horse how to hurdle,
Blue is not much of a jumper.
Yale your house is on fire!
Yale your house is on fire!
Knock knock, no one answers the door.
Shots ring out from 2 Corn Glock 9s!
Pew Pew Pew Pew Pew Pew Pew Pew!
Transparency is the Devil.
It triggers a cleanse,
Perfect for target practice.
My Walkman gives me life because she gave it to me.
Then she gave me life.
Not this life.
A life fearless of falling from and flying for.
Huskers are playing today, I should hurry up.
Running from wall to wall mopping in shameless rhythms.
Whew!
Mr. Rockefeller is sure gonna be proud of me!
There’s a ribbon from the sky around my neck tied tight as I twirl and recite,
Own nothing control everything!
Own nothing control everything!
Own nothing control everything!
Own nothing control everything!
On edge holding on for dear life,
Until I finally break free!
Landing flat on my black ass, Wabi Sabi surrounds me.
James Brown is leaving the building
*I repeat
James Brown is leaving the building
to explore A Man’s World.
Blinded by the brightest sky but still I smile.
Now let’s go watch that game,
Celebrating to make it out.
Photos Courtesy of Lara Schoorl and Ross Miller
About the Artist:
Daniel T. Gaitor-Lomack's performances are concerned with ideas of hierarchy, Negro Formalism, and dissociation. He applies installation and destruction in his art as an aesthetic technique for creating new forms of perception related to disorder in society, trafficking bodies and economic crisis. His own paintings and ready-mades become material for the installations that Gaitor-Lomack uses or destroys during his performances, challenging the value of time-honored beliefs that art must be an intrinsically stable aesthetic object.
www.danieltgaitorlomack.com
Daniel T. Gaitor-Lomack's performances are concerned with ideas of hierarchy, Negro Formalism, and dissociation. He applies installation and destruction in his art as an aesthetic technique for creating new forms of perception related to disorder in society, trafficking bodies and economic crisis. His own paintings and ready-mades become material for the installations that Gaitor-Lomack uses or destroys during his performances, challenging the value of time-honored beliefs that art must be an intrinsically stable aesthetic object.
www.danieltgaitorlomack.com