1/24/99 at 7:00 PM
HERE'S A TWIST: SOMEBODY WHO MAKES AVANT-GARDE ART (videos and photographs) to sell in a New York gallery to support her career in performance art. But then, Claude Wampler, 33, is not your normal artist. After getting a degree in theater and ""meeting agents, going on auditions,'' says Wampler, ""I was disgusted with show business. I can't work with anybody whose product sucks.'' So what doesn't suck? Wampler's own performances, such as ""Cake Fur,'' in which the part-cute, part-hardball Wampler lip-syncs stilted film noir dialogue to her little pet dog. Or the infamous ""Blanket of Myself,'' in which she urinated--elegantly, of course--onstage. Her new work, ""Bucket,'' premiEres next week in SoHo. Wampler says, ""I can barely stand to go to see pieces labeled "performance' myself. That's the reason for wanting to be called just "artist'.'' Doesn't that stretch the definition of art? ""Definitions,'' she says, ""are my enemy.''