Life, where art thou?

Marina Abramovic, profiled in "The New Yorker of March 8, 2010"
(http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2010/03/08/100308fa_fact_thurman)
emerges as the turn-of-the-21st century incarnation of the turn of the 20th
century ultimate aesthete, Oscar Wilde, and unlike him, she's made it into
the new century.
Contrary to the distinction she makes, it appears her life progressively
blurs into her performances to climax with exquisite trick of her demise
into a magic of cups and balls, or better, corpse and palls!