I noticed that someone made a search for critics of Augusto Boal here, as if, it occurred to me, he doesn’t or wouldn’t have any. Of course he has had critics and written about them. He tells this story in “Invisible Theatre.” [Originally published 1990, trans. Susana Epstein,

– Cat Auburn, Rest Cure, 2009

– Zhang Huan, 12m², Beijing, 1994 Tehching Hsieh made me think of Zhang Huan’s endurance performances, like the beautiful one in which he leaked blood suspended above an electric hotplate in a Chinese warehouse, the audience informally seated around the walls, the blood spitting in miniature eruptions like lava from

– painting from here, text by Santiago Sierra (now)

– der unbekannte kreativsoldat