Chris Ryerson's Performance Art

FUCK YOU RICH SUCKERS GIVE ME YOUR MONEY First performed by G. H. Hovagimyan in 1970's in Chant Acapella I've reperformed this piece with a few thoughts from my personal life in mind. I am from Aspen Colorado, A well known resort town. In the words of Dumb and Dumber Lloyd: Some place warm, a place where the beer flows like wine, where beautiful women instinctively flock like the salmon of Capistrano. I’m talking about a little place called Aspen. Harry: I don’t know Lloyd, the French are assholes. It is a weird place, A place where 2/3rds of the houses are empty but for three weeks a year, and cost anywhere between 1 million and 40 millions dollars. Bounded by mountains, it is a place of beauty, a place of mixed seclusion and cosmopolitan culture as the world knocks politely to get in. I grew up in aspen, and experienced some fabulous excesses of wealth, and blatant showing of privileged and "taking shit for grantedness" in my peers, and eventually my

Neuro Da Verse is the capstone project of my BSS Advocation for Neurodiversity through the Arts. It is a showcase of the type of advocacy and activism he wishes to strive towards in my career. My experience with Performance art will hopefully feed into my quest to create workshops, art projects and collaborations that Facilitate effective self advocation and Self Expression. Featuring Five Neurodiverse Cornellian Poets,  Neuro Da Verse  is a celebration of our different brains, and poetry that we used to explore, express, and advocate for ourselves throughout our lives. Our Poets will share personal narratives and poetic pieces that speak to their own unique experiences and circumstances. Our goal is to garner respect for the power of creativity in the hands of the Neurodiverse, and to call our audience to action in supporting the neurodiverse poets and artists in their lives. Featured Poets: Chris Ryerson Armani Rogers Lily Cott Ujjesa Dhanak Zar

A four hour long Labor During which I use Paint of both spray and Brushes to work upon the Pillars on Cornell Campus. Using this public space as a Public art workshop, I facilitated a painting party for passerbys, watching as painting after painting was created, altered and covered.  I wish my camera had lasted the entire time, Alas, The battery was drained at the half time mark, leaving so many pieces untapped. All that's left of those paintings, those sparks of Individual interest from the minds of my peers, Are the layers of paint now covered by other ads and declarations put on by the peers that come after. the pillars are a special place in Cornell, They are known as the Kiosk, A location where any student in Cornell with paint and time may put up a work of art and advertisement. We generally keep each other's work sacred for 24 hours, before painting over and painting on, BUt often pillar wars happen, The Greek groups troll each-other during Pledging, fo

Coming soon! A score from Five friendly classmates in the spirit of Fluxus and John Cage Above you can see the guidelines, the score we crafted together. It guided our Moments in spirit, if not directly as we had integrated elements of chance, random operations. Primarily through the Interactions and reactions experienced between the artists as we performed. Of note is the labeling of our performers as Audience, And a 'Choosey Audience' behind them. As I see it, our performers were viewing and experiencing the moments created by our actions just as much, if not more, than the audience who ere not making sounds, who were only drinking in the experience. we drank in each other's actions, followed light guidance from our member, jasper, and then gave back and reciprocated the experience.  Here is this Reciprocation.  

on the first day of our first personal projects, I sat down in front of the class at the end of the performance period and set to work on the Soda cans that I had asked the class to empty earlier through means of drinking. I engaged them in my performance openly from the start, stating that i needed empty cans, and so they did help me.  And what I did with them was simple, I wrapped my lips about the lip of the first can and inhaled, Crushing the can in but a moment. there were gasps, and chuckles, and I continued, Crushing each can in succession, playing with pacing and repetition. I lined cans up and crushed them rapidly, I crushed a can facing left, a can facing right, and many more jut looking forward at my audience. My work garnered a Specific reaction from my Audience that struck my fancy: Surprise.  There was surprise at the simple fact that what I just did was possible, There was surprise at the repetition of my action, the speed of it, and the sounds that we

(Ink Smalls, 3" x 3" paintings I make by the bushel with ink and acrylic, I like to think of them as Moments of Impulse put to paper) Hello and welcome to my new Experience. (Experience with a Capital E because I capitalize words as I type that are capitalized in my thoughts. I would normally edit it out, But I'll be lowering some of my filters for this blog, For the work I will be producing.) This Experience will be the explorations and investigations of Intermedia and Performance Art in my final Block of Cornell College: ART 306 Intermedia Art. I can not predict what kind of work I'll produce, nor what exactly i'll be sharing on this blog, But I know It will be fun! At this moment, I know Performance art to be Action of art as much as it is a Product of art. In some cases, It is movement, sound, activity and experience, Some times it has audiences, is video taped, or recorded, shared into posterity and view-able, knowable separate from  the Performer&