The Landscape Cracks…

The landscape cracks and I sink into a nameless current – What can I salvage? – I imagine you swimming in a clear blue lake – If only I could move past this
A lecture on biology and plasticity is disrupted by the unconstrained murmuring of the field beneath. The field enacts only itself, and the landscape is still cracking, even in the midst of all the rampant flowering.
Subtext inspired by Lisa Robertson’s “Face.”

Katrina Schaag is a Madison-based performance artist who makes text-, movement-, video-, and installation-based works. Her interests include performativity, artifice, presence, absence, plasticity, queer masochism, and Deleuzian becomings.