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A minute of xhilaration, love, joy, then betrayal, sadness, and finally forgiveness and happiness.

This is so emotional, she thinking, we should have made a baby. ❤

I really don’t understand it. What was the point in looking at someone for a minutes? I can see her seeing a man she loved 30 years ago.

She don’t look right to me, isn’t this the same lady who does art with pigs blood ?

The pain in ol fellas eyes couldn't be denied

3:21 im crying so hard this video is so intense and beautiful

2:03 the old man is getting the 4k vision

I got this video of a friend and I was watching this and I felt every emotion I got full body chills. I felt emotional and it was also so beautiful and sad at the same time. This is literally the fact that you can tell so many words without speaking.❤️‍🩹

Love has no past tense

He cheated on her with their Chinese translator and conceived a child. Even after that she still loved him.

Осталось впечатление, что уходя, мужчина подумал: «Мне бесконечно жаль той части жизни, когда не удалось любить вас созидательной любовью.» 17.01.2025.

❤️😢

The should have ended the performance right there and then Would've wrapped it up nicely

Very deep meaning

Mar…

Some people never move on. They keep the memories of the good times in their hearts forever 🥲

It is like watching someone see a loved one come back to life

Not an experiment, it’s artist Marina Abramovic in her performance piece “The Artist is Present” at the Museum of Modern Art in NYC in 2010. Her former lover Ulay is the man in the video. And there was no time limitation of one minute. People could sit as long as they wanted.

Sick evil 😈

François civil a raison…. Trop émouvant 😢

Demons

So he won ???

i cry everytime i watch this. i could talk about this for hours

sehr seltsam- war das "Kunst"?

This woman its the devil in flesh

Сатанистка

This is what love makes stongest of the human

Why they ended in the first place can anyone explain?

So hard to live through the minute😢

❤️🦋 miss you 🦋❤️♾️

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L' Amor che move il sole e l' altre stelle. Cit.

2:31 Nathan Halpern's composition: "I Love Your Dress"

people are really stupid

It was so touching and moving for me until I realized he sued her for not crediting him in her art :/

Им есть, что вспомнить, пересматриваю несколько раз❤

Obrigado Affonso Solano! Por compartilhar esse momento tão sublime. ❤

amazing.

I never knew i would feel this emotion in a performance art

03:20 The moment made them two bodies with one soul...

It shows more emotion than one can deal with.

I also have to cry every time i see this. I too young to have been to that artwork, but it feels very powerful. Also hard for the person who sat down after Ulay

❤❤❤❤❤amazing

What are they trying to show us: that a s@tanist like this woman is capable of loving too?

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Serves him right for getting another woman pregnant! What could've been a life of creative beauty lasted only a few short years... they would've been immortalised🥲

And the show must go on.. 😢

THE ARTIST IS PUTRESCENT [Rotten] "The staring approach - scorn merited against those who tranquilly grovel before promised epiphanies. Sit for 45minutes and some times longer rummaging and scrambling for meaning, surveying a desolate shore….voyeurs toying in moralistic prostitution. Such is the contract between modern art, its successors, and a society whereby the modes of its own psychiatry are also its results. The next morning comes, and desperation follows. Drugs for the waking logic - the kind that substitute wellbeing for collapse - an adequate amount is swallowed daily. The private ritual of coffee, of breakfast or not, of getting in to the car, onto the subway. We may have a future together. The encouragement to participate in such a drama tickles our spleen. By pandering to the desolation of the audience and its tragic sensibilities, this art object subsumes all, as against the exteriority of the more archaic forms and their gestures. Here, we find the logical conclusion for a society of innovative modes of panhandling, a whisper of an unconventional conventionality. The museum is our church. Exhausted by the daily routine, we have come in droves. The language of the performance - the sermon - provides us refuge within the imprecise and ambiguous. It is an attribute shared by both artists and journalists, whereby the votary is allotted the ability to makes its own prognosis, to repent its own sins, to find salvation of its own accord. There is no doubt anymore that the spectacular value of democracy traverses all cultural indulgences. A deceit, unbelievable at first, legitimizes with greater ease when its extravagance appears incompatible with its sponsorship by respectable official authorities. Marina merely confirms the necessary trajectory of even the most repugnant luxuries. It is only a matter of time before the surrealist acte gratuit [in French "An impulsive act lacking motive"], to fire a pistol into a crowd at random, becomes a healthy over the counter prescription for combating the mass neurosis that constitutes everyday life. We have come to sit with Marina, whore of Babylon, and confess. Speech superfluous, pure form against pure form, the reflection of an emptiness full of value. We have come as the last spectators before the crucifixion. We sit, as apostles at her table, and our nonchalance betrays her. Our flaccid heads having met -- we dream of Botox. Under fluorescent lights we imagine an army of artists who nobly march in step with the congregation. At least, as motif, we can still infer superior lacerations, while our brothers must be content to sing in a far off repressive land. The consequence has always been emesis, whether choked back into the throat by tolerable acidic ingestion, or violently projected into an era that cultivates the sinister." Author unknown This Critique of Marina Abramovic's art was thrown as a leaflet during the performance @MoMA (New York City, 2012)

She loves him so greatly that she does not lose character when stabbed.

She loved him so much and still does...real love never leaves your heart 🩷