BALLOON PIECE
Use balloons for fish tanks. Put on display at the museum.
Spring 2009
CLOTHES PIECE
When you walk out into public, pretend that
None of your clothes match. Comment about your unfortunate situation.
Spring 2009
PIER PIECE
Tie a multi-colored piece of yarn around the base of the nearest pier. Imagine that the yarn is the only thing holding up the pilings.
Spring 2009
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Thursday, March 5, 2009
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First, what I’ll need you to do is calm down. Take off your watch and set it here. Now your glasses, fake nails, earrings, necklace, and your hair-tie. You will then proceed to take off your shoes, socks, take off your clothes, and walk right this way without embarrassment. You will feel the liquid sand sinking under your feet. The waves rush up to greet you, and it will feel cold at first. But as you walk forward, leave all your worthless possessions behind, you will feel the water becoming warmer. Warmer to you.
Now. Close your eyes and forget everything. No, I mean it: everything. The lies they whisper to you; the promises they never carry through with; everything that they’ve taught you. Good. Now—don’t stop breathing! Just because you forget all that shit doesn’t mean you stop breathing.
OK. I’m going to need you to continue to move forward. You will start to feel intimidated by how large the waves appear. But they’re not that big. You are not standing on the surface of the water next to the waves—that why they are overhead, over you. Come on! I’m not going to hold your hand through this: YOU wanted this!
It’s not going to be the speed of your walk, it is going to be the persistence with which you walk. Keep both feet on the bottom of the ocean and go. As your head is covered in water, it is natural to panic and try to swim—Don’t. Good. I’m going to need you to keep your eyes—both eyes—open. There, you see? They told you “you must have oxygen to survive”. They lied. You sought the truth though, didn’t you?
Excellent. You are almost done with the rehabilitation process. I need you to stop and stand where you are. Just where you are. Yes, that’s fine. Now, as your eyes are open, your feet are solid, and your hands are empty, I need you to feel whole. Not half-whole, not nearly-whole: Whole. I need you to focus in on you—what makes you you. Don’t even think about remembering the many thems. Think about you. Here. Now. There you go.
Choose the best answer to the following question:
“You” means what?
(a) A composite of what they have all said about you.
(b) A worthless assortment of atoms and shit.
(c) I am a strong woman who will stand, and be, and be whole.
Is that really your answer? Is that the answer you can freely choose now?
Now that you are standing naked, with solid feet, at the bottom of the ocean, eyes open, breathing in truth—you chose correctly. See.
What do you do now? I’m going to need you to live…
Now. Close your eyes and forget everything. No, I mean it: everything. The lies they whisper to you; the promises they never carry through with; everything that they’ve taught you. Good. Now—don’t stop breathing! Just because you forget all that shit doesn’t mean you stop breathing.
OK. I’m going to need you to continue to move forward. You will start to feel intimidated by how large the waves appear. But they’re not that big. You are not standing on the surface of the water next to the waves—that why they are overhead, over you. Come on! I’m not going to hold your hand through this: YOU wanted this!
It’s not going to be the speed of your walk, it is going to be the persistence with which you walk. Keep both feet on the bottom of the ocean and go. As your head is covered in water, it is natural to panic and try to swim—Don’t. Good. I’m going to need you to keep your eyes—both eyes—open. There, you see? They told you “you must have oxygen to survive”. They lied. You sought the truth though, didn’t you?
Excellent. You are almost done with the rehabilitation process. I need you to stop and stand where you are. Just where you are. Yes, that’s fine. Now, as your eyes are open, your feet are solid, and your hands are empty, I need you to feel whole. Not half-whole, not nearly-whole: Whole. I need you to focus in on you—what makes you you. Don’t even think about remembering the many thems. Think about you. Here. Now. There you go.
Choose the best answer to the following question:
“You” means what?
(a) A composite of what they have all said about you.
(b) A worthless assortment of atoms and shit.
(c) I am a strong woman who will stand, and be, and be whole.
Is that really your answer? Is that the answer you can freely choose now?
Now that you are standing naked, with solid feet, at the bottom of the ocean, eyes open, breathing in truth—you chose correctly. See.
What do you do now? I’m going to need you to live…
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