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.