Art dump 10; Mostly personal space.

Okay I lied.

It's all personal space.

Here is a video taken by people. I am only in it for a leetle, but it is good to see.



Here. I liked the music choice.

Here are some photos too.

Hahaha! Fuck you shitty Blogger photo uploader. I figuted out your reversal trick and abused my knowledge to get things in the right order on the first try! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...


Ahem.


Well that seems ta be all then.

Oh and this link too.


And that's it.

THIRSTQUENCHING ACTION!

I'd apologize, but after 50 hours of conciseness I think I deserved 14 hours of not.

So no apologies there.


And if you visit the UCEN you will see why.

Hehehehehehehehehehe.

Anyways, I enjoyed this project.

I, even more so, enjoyed the opportunity it gave me to help (read: harass) random passers by. With a free drink.

The anonymity provided by my homemade radiation suit is intoxicating. The courage that an air filter, large sunglasses, and several coats can provide is astonishing.
(It draws a train of through to internet anonymity, but with a more imposing appearance. An appearance that inspires the appropriate amount of dread that internet anonymity should, but that is just my opinion.)

To clarify, I did this:

Offered free non-irradiated water to any hapless passerby who was in need.

Managed to give out some liquid refreshment to a total of seven people.

Three don't really count, because they were in my class and knew who I was.


Four actual bites, honestly, is surprising to me.

In fact, one of the conesuers gave me a gift in return for my water providing services!

A bag of almonds.


Specifically, these:

You will notice that the bag is almost empty.


That is because these things are crack.


The man who gave me them told me did so because he respected me being out there, doing what I thought was right.

I was, but I think he thought I was more serious than I actually was?

But that doesn't matter. What matters is the amazing generosity I garnered by giving away water, despite my look.


Here are some more pictures.

And that's it.

P.S. With the proper application of cumin and salt, a roasted almond becomes a thing of wonder. In roughly twelve minutes I have become so thoroughly smitten with these delicacies that, it is with a heavy heart, I confront the realization that they will soon be all gone. I loathe to finish the bag.

Art dump. NIEN!

We didn't have any presentation, but I did prepare a number of vessels to contain the water I will pass out.

Also, I made a sign.

I'm so proud.

Pictures to come when I am not zebra tap-dancing on the ceiling tired.

Places:v

I hateses it.

We hateses it.

WE HATESES HATESES HATESES ITSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!


Whatever it is anyways. A disliked place for my piece that is.


Basically, anywhere with sun and no people.

Ironically, a good place to have an actual nuclear facility.
Or maybe a place created by one?

Or even the breakdown and cataclysm of one?

"Gorsh, Mr. Bolton. Ya sure are gettin all morbid with yer writins."

You bet your inebriated ass I am Lefty. That is my job.

I have to be prepared to be "the survivor" for two hours and hand out my goodwill water.

(Radiation free guaranteed! Or your not money back.)



Yeah, this isn't much of a problem. In fact, if I had not chosen to set up a stand for this iteration of my piece, I could have been walking around handing out water.

That would have had an entire "traveling wasteland salesman" motif to it.

Another trope that I am quite fond of.


But lugging around water is a fucking bitch, so no way Jose.


And that's it.

Places: ^

Favorite place?

Well I'm just torn between two issues.


A meaningful place.

Or a place with lots of people, for human interactions.



Conveniently, my project devices meaning from human interaction.
In the same way that if a nuclear holocaust happens, and no one is around to die from it, does anyone give a shit?

Something tells me that the silicate based dirt wont give a hoop or a holler.

Just something.



So, I'm going on the main UCSB pathway, near the career center area. There is this really nice spot with shade from the tree.


Seeing as I will be in a number of heavy coats, I will be hot as fuck.


Also I will be elevated in temperature.

*Crowd laughter*

But seriousness, I am prepared to be UNCOMFORTABLY WARM, so I chose a spot where I could, hopefully, bear the full 2 hours.

I still expect to be baked like a durned potato after all is said and done. Not to mention that I have to go put up a public art piece at the UCEN immediately after.

That should be a hoot in that getup.

Even funnier may be me convincing the UCEN office peoples to let me do it in that outfit. I'll probably take it off before I talk to them.

Just a thought.

Anyways, we will see.


And that's it.

Rt dump Six.

I think people will either get a kick out of it, or be really freaked out.


I look forward to either.

The freaking out due to my unusual hazmat appearance. ( As my roommate put it, "Dude you are gonna, like, get tazed.")

The kick out of it from the absurdity of the situation.


Hopefully, a select few will get the connotations of how hard living with nuclear devastation is and the connotations this piece has with it.


Oh, for those who weren't here for the previous explanation...

I will be dressing up in a home cobbled together "hazmat" suit that involves dark sunglasses, my air filter mask, several coats, and my police boots.

And I will open up a "Free non-irradiated water" stand on one of the main pathways.

It should be fun.

And hopefully inflict some thoughts.


And that's it.

Oh no! Personal space invaders!

Golly.

So, this project.

AUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!




Hmmmm.

Shit this is hard.

I know what I want to do for my persona.

But this is still a little difficult.

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Hehehehehehehe.

Okay, seriously.

Seriously.

1. "Liberate" dining commons food. Offer it free at a "Free Totally Legitimate Desserts" stand. A large selection. Like take a significant quantity every day and store them till the presentation. Okay this is pretty funny. I'm just offering what is mine. Hehehehehehehehe.

2.Stage a sword fight (using canes or something) between myself and someone else. Slightly choreographed with some improvisation. In a public space.

3. Set up a clean drinking water sale stand in my radsuit. (100% radiation free guaranteed!) The whole airfilter, heavy coats, heavy boots. Interesting dichotomy.

I think I like the third one. Since I can really do it. But I like sword fights too. Hmm.

Just need some water. And another cane...


And that's it.