Performance art is moody, finding its power in a volatile vortex of actions and references on the semiotic scale of art. Like an arbitrary signifier that does not lead to any particular end, performance as a medium is menacing in its lack of stable definition. Performance is that temperamental variable, making it difficult for some to ‘get’ because of its obstinacy to crystal clear meaning. With an inability to foresee a performer’s trails, viewers fly head first through the labyrinthine mind of an artist in action who discounts meaning as the ultimate truth in art. Why propose conclusions when it is the constellation of empty metaphors—the indescribable ride of questions—that is important? Brooklyn-based performance artists Brian Belott and Matthew Thurber—aka Sherlock Holmes Jr. and Court Stenographer—know exactly how to keep audiences guessing in their satirically absurd performances.