Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Friday, December 14, 2007
Are you happy?
Sit in a public space. Hold up a placard in the local language with the question: 'Are you happy?' written on it. Below that, have a number scale of 1 - 10. Anyone may come up to you and circle their degree of happiness. Scores are added up and announced at the end of the day.
(for Malaysia - I still believe)
Variations:
Are you happy... with your government?
Are you happy... with your life?
Are you happy... with your love?
Self-reminders:
Less statements. More bridges, more bridges, more bridges. Make art, not boundaries...
Posted by The Ghost Eater at 8:04 am 3 comments
Labels: art
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Melbourne
Where's the sea?!
Smaller
Unfinished business
Familiar territory
Changed forever. My spectacular fiction, 3 years in the making, has collided with reality - a pathetic shattering.
Good to close some circles. But hard work.
Posted by The Ghost Eater at 9:18 am 0 comments
Labels: restlessness
Friday, December 07, 2007
Unfinished
From here
I learn what I'll never know
on your shores.
I learn to
love you
without bitterness
easily,
like spring
like the wind that speaks to the surfaces of the sea
I discover ways to
be in two places at once
whole in spirit,
utterly resolved.
(for z.)
Posted by The Ghost Eater at 3:35 pm 3 comments
Labels: B.A.P.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Notes to self: future work
1. Sign language
People are given scripts or dialogue in different languages. They sign these scripts to each other.
2. Mother/Trail
Setting: park
Mum performs her Tai Chi routine. After a few minutes, I join in behind her and attempt to follow. (*note: possibly attached to each other by loose lengths of string/thread)
3. Dancers/Metronome
Setting: an open square in the city.
All dancers wear headphones hooked up to music. One half is hooked up to the same set, the other half is hooked up to a different set. They dance. The general audience hears no music, only the hard breathing and shuffling of feet. Audience may join in at any time by picking up available headphones.
4. Offerings I
Over a period of a week, give money to each any every busker/street performer you see. Take a picture of them. 5. Offerings II
Over a period of a year, give money or food to each and every beggar/homeless person you meet. Create monthly accounts and chart locations on a map.
6. Offerings III
In a city, take a picture of every image of a ship/sea vessel that you come across. At each site leave an offering of an image of the sea.
7. Code flags
Create a code for the unspoken prompts you find in your own community. Make flags out of silk. Carry out a dialogue from two flagpoles at a far distance to one another by hoisting the signals you have made.
Posted by The Ghost Eater at 9:59 am 0 comments
Labels: art
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Growing obsession...
You know what, I feel the beginnings of it. The slow dawning. The constantly recurring thoughts. Repeated random Googling of the subject. Searching for books about it on Amazon.com. At first it was pretty benign, but today, I know for sure. How? It is because I caught myself musing on ways to incorporate it into future artwork. I hope and pray that it's only because I'm slightly stressed getting ready for a show.
And the obsession is?
tattoos.
I hear the inward groaning of my nearest and dearest. I don't mean to be like this! It's not my fault. I can't control stuff like this. But yes, you're right to be alarmed. Be afraid, be very afraid.
Posted by The Ghost Eater at 9:41 am 5 comments
Labels: art
Monday, December 03, 2007
Frustration
It is alarming how video editing can adversely affect your health. A few hours in, the collection of trash starts to build up around your console (laptop) - beer bottles, candy wrappers, scraps of paper with timeframes written on them, a pile of cherry pits. Nicotine cravings are so strong as to induce lightheadedness, followed by extreme (although short-lived, thanks be) feelings of sexual frustration. All that sitting makes you feel like your ass is being flattened into that oh-so-hideous mom-jeans shape.
This is the last leggggggg. After this I am going out to have wild abandoned debauched activity with random people.
Posted by The Ghost Eater at 6:02 pm 0 comments
Labels: sweet misery