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Art Unseen by Bryce

July 5th, 2009 4:12 PM

INSTRUCTIONS: Select a piece of artwork. Study the art for however long you like. Then reproduce the art while wearing a blindfold.

Publicly display your work.

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I know what my heart is like
Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little pool
Left there by the tide,
A little tepid pool,
Drying inward from the edge.

Danielle (artmouse) showed me this poem yesterday, at about 2AM. It's stuck in my head since, which, although not a lot of time, is enough for me to want to do this task.

I still don't have the hang of HTML, so the pictures will the pictures.

What happened was, I blinded myself by taking an old hoodie from forth grade an wearing it backwards, also in the pictures. (that...oddly still kind of fits. I think I'm just maybe too thin.) Then I sat down and decieded to doodle a picture whilest having my computer recite Ebb over and over again by pressing a couple of buttons about once every 25 seconds. Then, I took off my blindfold and looked at the drawing I'd made with fountain pens and a couple of ball points that I'd found in my desk. So I used my usual skill and method of creation: Writing.

This is what I came up with in 20 or so odd minutes of writing:

The world was outside. The world felt cold, it was summer, but it was winter. It was July. It was June. It was every month of every day of every year that I had come to this place for hours in the night. It's open for 24 hours, except for Christmas. Nothing is open on Christmas. The counter feels hollow. It feels like an embankment built to hold my coffee, but if I lean on it too hard I'll fall through. It feels like Papier-mâché.

It's morning. It's night.

The shot of whiskey that the man next to me has forgotten to drink is evaporating. He focused on his food. It evaporates inward. It dries inward. It runs away. The woman who runs the "25 Hour Diner" as they call it pours me another cup of coffee. She mutters something. I ask her "What?" She mutters again. I give up.

Nothing happens for a long, long time. I drink coffee. I read the paper. There's war and death, and cut fiber optic cables that took thousands of peoples phone systems offline. The coffee is warm but not as warm as that past. It still feels like the winter will come into the summer. It feels like a thousand haiku dealing with simplicity. It feels like a bad movie from the fifties. The counter is nearly all full. People need places like this. These are places where you can feel like you're socializing.

There's a seat next to me. It's a decrepit seat. It's a seat that has seen better days. All of these seats have seen better days. The plastic leather has cracked and torn. It has become something that it wasn't in the beginning. It has stopped being a swanky accessory. Another coffee is absorbed down. The whiskey shot has evaporated fully now. This might have been a second shot, or a third.

A woman from outside walks through the diners double doors after driving up to parking lot. She's had a long journey. She sits on the decrepit seat. I finish some coffee.

"Hi" I say.
"What?" she says.
"I don't know." I say.

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posted by MonkeyBoy Dan on July 6th, 2009 1:35 AM

Where did you publicly display it?

I like the recreation in another medium/form but I might have to flag this.

posted by artmouse on July 6th, 2009 2:41 PM

whoa what?? since when is this game about following the rules?

oh dear
posted by MonkeyBoy Dan on July 7th, 2009 2:40 AM

NOT intended as a threat,

an opportunity to revise the write up so flagging is unnecessary.

To be clear, I would have already flagged this but the write up is really great.

This is a plea for action so I dont have to obey my anal-retentive rule following neuroses. I even had to do it to one of my best friends. Please dont hate me - it's a British thing.

The only RED X I like seeing is this guy.

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posted by Bryce on July 7th, 2009 10:48 AM

Alright, I made a fuckup and forgot to post the proof of where I put it. (I stapled all of it to a telephone pole near my house) and my camera's kind of problematic right now. Thus, alas, I can't post it right now...

And, yes. That Red X wins.

posted by MonkeyBoy Dan on July 7th, 2009 11:03 AM

Good enough for me.

Flag deployment protocols powering down.

nice bryce! (hey look a rhyme!) +1
posted by artmouse on July 6th, 2009 2:45 PM

a vote for reproducing by reprocessing - written to auditory to visual and back to written again.

reproduction through your own personal lens.

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posted by Ben Yamiin on July 7th, 2009 11:59 AM


I love the dialog +1
posted by susy derkins on July 7th, 2009 3:08 PM

and wow, photo 69.

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posted by Young Cain on July 27th, 2009 6:57 PM

This is lovely. The description's plump and vivid, and if there was an opportunity to buy it like you do food, I would. Also, you look really serious in the pictures. O__O

This may sound wrong but...
posted by Palindromedary on September 23rd, 2009 11:54 PM

I really enjoyed your suffering and frustration. Kudos!