FRIDAY FRIDAY GOTTA GET DOWN ON

I hope you get hired! That would be cool.

And with all the convenient coincidences of your free wireless and shit, it would be just that damn convenient.

But that is useless information.


Let's talk 'bout your proposed courses.

Of the three, I would be most excited to take "Beyond the Studio".


As much as I like the formal art setting (fucking white walls and fancy rigged lighting that is a pain in the bitch and a half to make work properly) I would love to get a better handle on art in other settings.

Hopefully, settings that would allow for some more/different/exponentially better meanings and topics to be explored.

In particular, I would hope that my personal favorite medium of ceramics could be utilized to an even more interesting extent. It has a very unique bond with the outdoors (being raw earth and all) and I would do my best to abused that relationship.

It also, if properly constructed, is durable as fuck. Woooooooo!


I had an idea for a piece that would just involve thousands of cups, coating an area. In a place with significant rainfall.


I'd like to do that oneday.

Oneday.


But I'm also not continuing my education at UCSB so I can't take this course, even if it were to be offered.

I can only wish Des the best in her luck. And jot down my own project idea for future use.


And that's it.

The good, the Bad, and the Ugly

I really really liked the "Good advice Bad advice" Angel Devil duo shouting at the various passersby.


As a personification of the "angel and devil on everybody's shoulders" they did well to act as their respective advocates.

The things they were shouting had me doubled over in laughter.

"Cheat on your boyfriend... or girlfriend!"
"No don't! You'll fail all your finals if you do!"
"Fuck that, cheat on those too! Oh you, take that dollar!"
"Noooo! That isn't yours why would you do that!"

Pfffffffffftttttttt-

It was even funnier if you noticed the actual moral advocate trying to pass out her papers across from them. I don't quite remember, but I believe it was some religious thing.

Wonder how she felt about it?

Hopefully, amused.


And that's it.

YES. (Free.)

I fucking did it.

That is how god damn happy I am that I pulled off the most god damn ridiculous amount of art in an incredibly compressed amount of human time measurement units.

Without sleep. Since the last point in time I had controlled unconsciousness was some 30-40 hours before.

I'm not really sure.


But that is understandable. I'd hope so anyways.

On to the construction.

I had prepared most of the pieces beforehand, attaching interlocking wire supports to each of the joints.

Hung using more wire, the finished piece was... well let me just bloody show you.

At twelve feet by twelve feet, this thing is massive.

The worst part of getting it up, was I had to do it ridding in one of those lifts.

Think a platform with railing on top of a mechanical carjack. On wheels.


And when there was wind... it SWAYED.



Did I mention I have a fear of heights?

Yeah.

In the words of Nick Cage, "THAT WAS BITCHIN'!"



Yeah, but I did it.

And it's my blog and I can cry if I want to, cry if I want to, cry if I want to.

Wait what was I talking about again?


Oh yeah.

It was one hell of an experience getting my commentary on death and its incarnations up into the air.

Themes of death and inevitability that we walk right under (especially residents of this area) every day.

Only someone with a certain amount of familiarity with Chinese connotations would have it hit them immediately. For others, I would hope the imposing visage would get my points and thoughts into them.

Eventually.

Kind of like death.


Goodness that is morbid.

Let's just walk through the curtain and end this... for tonight.


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.