High Art on Hydra

A Glass coffin, somehow involving a 150 kg shark, later grilled and shared by visitors and guests of a billionaire host at the old Hydra slaughterhouse sounded like one of those too-outrageous-to-be-true rumours that occasionally filter back to our little village of Kaministan.

Sushi anyone?
Photo by Zara Bouchlas

Other rhubarbs included mention of a dawn procession of hundreds following the glass sarcophagus and the discovery of inadvertently drowned drawings. Rich and famous personages from the international art scene were said to have attended, and other equally enticing snippets were banged out on the megapolis of Hydra town’s tom-toms.

Mid-June, boiled-brain, silly-season stuff had started early this year, it seemed. But where there is smoke … there might be fish on a spit, so we decided to pursue the truth behind these ridiculous claims, even though they had nothing to do with our usual stomping ground (i.e., matters west of Four Corners).

A local critic gives her unbiased comment on the festivities: “Peee-u”!
Or, to quote one attendee, “Putrid!”
Photo by Valerie Lloyd Sidaway

Well, while all the details haven’t been verified, turns out it was a real “happening” of sizeable proportions and substantial cost, and for once the rumours did not exaggerate. A dawn procession was capped off by an evening feast for five hundred serving up, yup, spit-roasted shark. Doesn’t look like a case of the loaves and the fishes, however, and given the rank odor dinner reputedly emitted, at least a few guests were apparently grateful to go without.

For those not in the know, this type of lunacy is called “performance art” and this “instalation” was named “Blood of Two.” For more serious info, visit Art Observed or for a more playful version with great photos, visit Sebastian Puig’s blog.

Jennifer

Jennifer first arrived on the Rock at the age of 10, after her father, Michael, bought a house above Hydra’s port. While she lived in Virginia year-round with her mother, Jeanne, and stepfather, Steve, she visited Hydra with her father every summer for a month, in her younger years tripping along the port chasing kitties, then later tripping home from Cavos to make her curfew (father had threatened to call the “police” if she was even a minute late).