I was pleasantly surprised to see Bruce Nauman’s Performance Corridor in the exhibition space. I had recently learned about Bruce Nauman and his work in Barbara Miller’s Art and Tech class this past Spring Quarter. Since the quarter ended, I had become attached to his surveillance pieces. Kameron and I spent a good minute running down the corridors and figuring out which cameras were projected onto what televisions. I spent most of the time laughing and flailing my arms. The first long corridor had two televisions at the end which projected me walking toward the televisions, but viewed from the back. It was as if I was walking further away from myself. The next camera was pointed out from the second corridor, and was shown at a television off to the side of the corridor, so I could not fully see myself when in full view of the camera. This gave me a sense of frustration because I felt like I was being watched and at the same time, unable to see myself. It gave me a sense of “dislocation,” as if I was denied to fully understand my surroundings. There was a third television that showed us what a moving camera was seeing, but we could not locate the third camera. We ended up asking one of the gallery attendants where the third camera was – she told us she had wondered the same thing when she first saw the exhibition, and that the third camera was hidden in a secret closet, not accessible to the public. Bruce Nauman, you sneaky man.