Masturpiece: Major Tom

Masturpiece: Major Tom began with a small laugh at the way things get wrapped in the word “art.” We live in a time where almost anything can become art, where anyone can call themselves an artist. Inside that reality I often feel split. Am I actually making something, or just showing the appearance of making?

The work grows out of that tension. It begins without declaration, and carries no clear story. On stage there is a pair of shoes, a folded piece of clothing, and a body that appears and disappears. It seems to suggest meaning, but whether that meaning is necessary remains uncertain.

The title borrows from David Bowie’s Space Oddity. Major Tom drifts in space, cut off from ground control, suspended in a kind of quiet disconnection. The song enters the piece only briefly — not to push a story but to pass through, almost like a signal sent but never received.

Masturpiece floats in that same space between sincerity and irony. It holds something genuine, but doubts that very sincerity. It is less a statement than a confession — not laughter from the outside, but from within.