Luckily, I didn't have to present my book the first critique day. I didnt have as many entries as I would've liked because someone moved my book to the lost and found!
So lame because I was banking on Sunday being a busy day with people cramming for Midterms. But now I have a few more days to gather more entries. I decided to place it in the women's bathrooms of the FAB for some variety, switching rooms every day and a half or so.
It's crazy, I made it so that people would feel like they weren't alone in the their problems. And its like... damn we really do all have the same problems.
It's kind of amazing how we create these boundaries. For what reason?
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
gen. project pretty much finished
And now I understand my dilema with generosity art.
I have terrible stage fright.
Suddenly, a new idea unfolded. I could go back to my first idea with my original intentions but do it more anonymously.
I bought a notebook, stickers, and markers. I wrote a few things, stuck classic female nude paintings stickers, and laid it open on the table in the ladies' bathroom.
It invites the reader to look it over, and if she chooses, write down anything she feels her brain needs to release. Anything and everything. Drawings, words, photos.
I have terrible stage fright.
Suddenly, a new idea unfolded. I could go back to my first idea with my original intentions but do it more anonymously.
I bought a notebook, stickers, and markers. I wrote a few things, stuck classic female nude paintings stickers, and laid it open on the table in the ladies' bathroom.
It invites the reader to look it over, and if she chooses, write down anything she feels her brain needs to release. Anything and everything. Drawings, words, photos.
gen. project. in process... still
So... running out of time and desperation for a bright idea spun me off into a deep-angled tangent.
I remembered this guy in Elmwood, Buffalo who would blow bubbles out his 3rd floor apartment window onto one of the the busy artsy streets. "Look the bubble guy!" This dude even made it into the papers. It was pretty cool, his window was overlooking a busy street corner, so when people waited at the light, they watched the bubbles. He was there like every time I went through that intersection. I think he had like post-traumatic war syndrome or something.. But somehow it was like he was enjoying something that most of us only remember enjoying.
And then I noticed that I lived in the same situation. Well, not the post-traumatic thing. But my window juts out over Main St. in New Paltz. And so, I was compelled to blow bubbles.
I did only 2 sessions. One half a hour, and the other a hour and a half. There were surprising little difficulties. It was difficult to accumulate a happy amount of bubbles before they popped, and I had to work fast. Sometimes the wind would pop them immediately, or they would blow back into the room. And after a while my back would hurt from crouching by the window.
I got a number of different reactions. Some people looked with real disdain, it felt like. I might've been making it up. But they didn't look happy. I wondered if they thought I was high or mentally handicapped. Or maybe they just were spacing out, already accepting the bubbles as an inherent part of the landscape of New Paltz.
Some people called my attention. Guys from a car yelling "yo bubbles!! yo bubbles girl!" And a few of my friends who knew it was my window-- "stop blowin dem bubbles tine!"
One guy seemed to have trouble finding the source of the bubbles from his car, looking all around. When he found my window, he looked with this curiosity that I've only seen expressed in movies. One girl was sitting in the backseat of a taxi. She was watching them with such a warm, distant expression. What was she thinking about?
The best was when I discovered 2 little girls dancing and jumping for bubbles on the sidewalk below me.
So, the bubble thing was real fun, and I thought I could make a documentary type movie of the whole project.
But then, I just didn't want to anymore.
Once again, I found myself really resistant to interacting with people.
I remembered this guy in Elmwood, Buffalo who would blow bubbles out his 3rd floor apartment window onto one of the the busy artsy streets. "Look the bubble guy!" This dude even made it into the papers. It was pretty cool, his window was overlooking a busy street corner, so when people waited at the light, they watched the bubbles. He was there like every time I went through that intersection. I think he had like post-traumatic war syndrome or something.. But somehow it was like he was enjoying something that most of us only remember enjoying.
And then I noticed that I lived in the same situation. Well, not the post-traumatic thing. But my window juts out over Main St. in New Paltz. And so, I was compelled to blow bubbles.
I did only 2 sessions. One half a hour, and the other a hour and a half. There were surprising little difficulties. It was difficult to accumulate a happy amount of bubbles before they popped, and I had to work fast. Sometimes the wind would pop them immediately, or they would blow back into the room. And after a while my back would hurt from crouching by the window.
I got a number of different reactions. Some people looked with real disdain, it felt like. I might've been making it up. But they didn't look happy. I wondered if they thought I was high or mentally handicapped. Or maybe they just were spacing out, already accepting the bubbles as an inherent part of the landscape of New Paltz.
Some people called my attention. Guys from a car yelling "yo bubbles!! yo bubbles girl!" And a few of my friends who knew it was my window-- "stop blowin dem bubbles tine!"
One guy seemed to have trouble finding the source of the bubbles from his car, looking all around. When he found my window, he looked with this curiosity that I've only seen expressed in movies. One girl was sitting in the backseat of a taxi. She was watching them with such a warm, distant expression. What was she thinking about?
The best was when I discovered 2 little girls dancing and jumping for bubbles on the sidewalk below me.
So, the bubble thing was real fun, and I thought I could make a documentary type movie of the whole project.
But then, I just didn't want to anymore.
Once again, I found myself really resistant to interacting with people.
Monday, October 3, 2011
in process gen. art
Alright. so. I wanted to like.. chisel marble. forge steel. cast urethanes...
But I guess I'll do generosity art. I suppose.
Heh, very different from the kinds of art my mind is used to thinking about.
I'm thinking of doing this thing though where I set up a tent on campus and set up a sign saying something along the lines of "you have stuff weighing you down? be a part of an artful experience and enter". I'll be chillin in the tent, waiting for a guest. And when they come in, we're supposed to have something like a "post-secret" experience. I was thinking I'd tell them what's been weighing me down. And if they wanted to they could tell me what's buggin them. And then we'd write a little affirmation down together that they could take with them. (You know, instead of saying "I am having trouble with this" you say "I am in control and I am taking care of it").
Sounds nice, right?
Unfortunately though, I'm having serious doubts about whether I'm going to do this or not. I don't have any other ideas, this is the only one. But... honestly stuff actually is weighing me down right now and making everything about school really hard again. And I have absolutely no desire to sit in that tent and talk to people I've never met about it.
Something has to be altered about this project. Not sure what yet. :(
But I guess I'll do generosity art. I suppose.
Heh, very different from the kinds of art my mind is used to thinking about.
I'm thinking of doing this thing though where I set up a tent on campus and set up a sign saying something along the lines of "you have stuff weighing you down? be a part of an artful experience and enter". I'll be chillin in the tent, waiting for a guest. And when they come in, we're supposed to have something like a "post-secret" experience. I was thinking I'd tell them what's been weighing me down. And if they wanted to they could tell me what's buggin them. And then we'd write a little affirmation down together that they could take with them. (You know, instead of saying "I am having trouble with this" you say "I am in control and I am taking care of it").
Sounds nice, right?
Unfortunately though, I'm having serious doubts about whether I'm going to do this or not. I don't have any other ideas, this is the only one. But... honestly stuff actually is weighing me down right now and making everything about school really hard again. And I have absolutely no desire to sit in that tent and talk to people I've never met about it.
Something has to be altered about this project. Not sure what yet. :(
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