Narcissister, Voyage Into Infinity, 2024. Photo by Walter Wlodarczyk. Courtesy of the artist and Pioneer Works.
text by Emma Grimes
Last month, NYU Skirball hosted Narcissister’s Voyage Into Infinity, a one-hour performance that originally debuted at Pioneer Works in 2024 and returned to the stage with a pointed timeliness.
The show’s title comes from the Bad Brains’ song of the same name. Pioneers of hard-core punk, and famously one of the only Black bands of the genre. It’s this disruption of easy assumptions that forms the conceptual foundation of Narcissister’s show. Framed as a “contemporary, feminist revisioning” of The Way Things Go—Peter Fischli’s and David Weiss’s landmark video that presents an elaborate chain reaction—Narcissister interrogates the systems we build while exploring the relationship between control, entropy, and power.
Fischli and Weiss’s 1987 video appears to be filmed in one shot, but it’s actually a tightly edited illusion, splicing together over a dozen individual clips. What looks like chaos was actually planned, and what looks like inevitability was really constructed. Their Rube Goldberg machine is made of an array of heavy, industrial materials, shrouding the work in a way that unmistakably reads masculine—which Narcissister untangles. While Fischli and Weiss present this smooth, inevitable progression, Voyage Into Infinity underscores the speed bumps and hesitation.
The performance begins with a woman crawling out of a wooden structure that looks like a treehouse; her face hidden behind one of Narcissister’s signature masks—smooth, artificial, and an exaggerated distortion of beauty standards. She wears a hyper-feminine dress, as though it were torn right off a plastic doll, and begins wandering the stage. Unlike the implied male hand behind The Way Things Go, she’s part of the machine.
The stage is crowded with a haphazard array of objects—half look like they’re from a junkyard, half from an estate sale. There are ladders, a marble sculpture of a muscular athlete playing discus, a see-saw, and much more. It’s Narcissister’s Rube Goldberg experiment, waiting to be propelled into motion.
A few minutes later, a second masked woman emerges from the structure, wearing the same dress in another color. Then a third. The characters are figuring out how to initiate the machine, and the experience is like watching a movie that didn’t cut out its dead time. Though most of the performance consists of these in-between moments, it’s never boring or idle.
At one point, one of the performers stacks empty Home Depot-style paint buckets into a pyramid, only to have it knocked over later. Later, those buckets are hung from the handlebars of a bicycle, which another character rides across the stage.
One could spend hours analyzing every detail, but to speculate too earnestly about each object’s meanings and the characters’ feats would feel almost superfluous. More significantly, the machine rarely behaves according to expectation. Its forward momentum relies on constant intervention from the masked characters, who interfere every time entropy poses a threat. Their role is to enforce the rules of the system and keep the machine working as designed, regardless of whether it makes any sense or collides with the messy realities of human life.
The most unforgettable image arrives at the end of the show, following a wonderful musical interruption by Holland Andrews and a live band. The three characters line up near the edge of the stage, wearing their dresses again, and hold an absurdly long string with a bundle of colorful balloons attached. They pull the string down and begin popping each balloon with their bodies. At times, their actions look like convulsions, spasms of energy wholly committed to wrecking.
Why inflate balloons only to obliterate them? Why stack a pyramid of buckets only to push it over? Their gestures reflect a form of power whose only objective is in asserting itself.
Narcissister, Voyage Into Infinity, 2024. Photo by Walter Wlodarczyk. Courtesy of the artist and Pioneer Works.
