After writing about Marina Abramovic yesterday I woke up thinking about arranging being her way of coping with life.

In Abromavic’s autobiography she talks about living with her mother and her aunt who she said would give her a beating. She talked of getting a bloody nose and of her mothers obsessively controlling behaviour.

Abromavic rebelled against her mother, yet remained submissive to her and still appeared to seek her mothers approval even as Abromavic wrote her memoirs in her 70’s.

Abromavic stated that her mother taught her to be strong and have her this sense of being able to bear extreme conditions.

Yet her mother was an emotional fruit loop and I’m sure today she would have been diagnosed with some extreme bipolar condition.

Abromavic has a school girl pride that she can take it, extreme endurance, discomfort and pain.

It’s heart breaking really.

I feel fortunate that I was never beaten as a child. But I can relate to having a controlling parent, but not to the extremes Abramovic went through.

I can relate to putting myself through challenges. I would always try to break my own limits. Running the Great North run as a 12 year old on my own.

Late teens being the rebel, which got me in all sorts of trouble.

In my 20’s endurance through martial arts which then went into more bazaar missions.

I can also relate to Abromavic becoming the guru figure.

It’s all so strange and entangled. She’s teaching Lady Gaga to hug stones and teaching her method at the same time her husband had gone off with what she called a ‘sex siren’ , Abromavic’s has a break down goes on a cleansing retreat and feels renewed. The autobiography abruptly ends on this note.