i was standing in the kitchen with my grandmother, i saw her arm raise and her finger pointed out the window. she had pointed to a man standing in the yard with his back turned to us. we watched him for a couple of minutes -- he hadnt moved. i approached the window two hours later to see that the man had remained entirely still. it appeared the man was simply staring at the road. he hadnt moved. thats when my grandmother told me that an artist was making a performance piece in the back yard. the artist had dressed a cadavre and propped it up in the yard. the experience confused and disturbed me as a child and thats why i would kill a performance artist today!