Mutual Gaze
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There is no sense of time, no sense of hearing, all you have is your mind, sight, smell and touch. For one, it would seem difficult to look into the eyes of the stranger sitting right across from you. In my case, I see it as an opportunity.
This story is a true event based on "Artist In Residence: Marina Abramovic". It is my personal experience of the exhibition and my telling of a specific interaction relating to the exercise "Mutual Gaze". Therefore, before reading this, I would like to ask that you have an open mind as it is all realistic and unique.
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