Sidewalk at 800 Chestnut Street, San Francisco Art Institute
For three hours, noon to three, on a Wednesday, I walked uphill on a treadmill while telling the story of my life into an amplification system which slightly echoed the sound.
I wore a blue prom dress over my clothes, had dye on my teeth and wore a permanent smiling device on my mouth.
A tape recorder hung at my waist and played bird sounds.
A green carpet covered the ground. A light was on my face.
A family photo album was on a chair. (Montano 1981, pages unnumbered)