Slide Slide Slipper Slide 

This piece was with me and Rio.  We sat inside a circle made by the audience.  Their backs were turned towards us.  We started the game with four slides of the hand and every time we messed up we started over.

What I enjoyed about the piece was how Rio and I progressed throughout the duration of the piece.  I would mess up and we kept going but the more we preformed the further we would get—the more stable the rhythm would get.  The rhythm of the hand games was really interesting for me.  I feel like there was more texture in the beginning with due to the sprinkles of laughter.

A few things that could have change would be our volume (LOUDER).  Standing up and moving around the circle would have been pretty cool too.  Maybe, another way to enhance the project would be for multiple people to do different hand games.

Hmmm.  Instead of in a dim lit room, what if the room was completely dark(?).

About Me (As an Artist)

What makes me an artist?  I have no clue.  An example would be my thought process of exciting. I feel that all we are are little speckles of a larger entity and the characteristics that make us individual are the different situations our live produce.  Yeah, I really don’t know why art is Art but the more I explore, and get in to the subject, the more I learn about different perspectives.  This, in turns, makes me an artist and anyone else who is willing to do so.  As someone who is willing to learn and test themselves to see in different perspectives—brings up a lot of challenges and tests, that further pushes ones art.

But enough of the deep stuff.  Ummm.  Art is fun and I like doing it a lot.  I enjoy cartooning and doodling.  I enjoy written art as well, like poetry and novel writing, especially  fiction writing.  I also indulge in a little performance art like Spoken Word and Storytelling.  I like cake too.  It takes guts to call yourself an artist, let’s hope I have them or as much as Art calls for.

Speak Poet

I did my first performance piece.  I was really nervous but as I kept focus I was able to implant myself in the setting and movement of my piece.  The piece consisted of me walking in to the setting removing my backpack and coat.  I sat on a stool that was in the back row and second form the left.  My actions were leaning forward, snapping, and a hand full of shouted phrases.  These phrases where “Speak poet” “Mmmm” “Come on” “Listen to the poem” “You got this” and finger snaps placed throughout the piece.  I ended with congratulating the poet with stating “Golden Unicorn for you”, standing, applauding for them, putting on my coat/back pack, and leaving the room.

I sat in the audience which injected my presence and immerse the audience.  I think this adds a nice touch of the “inyourfaceexperience” that I enjoy in art—whether it’s in a concept, an image, or the puncture of personal space that “inyourfaceexperience” really captivates the audience.

I wonder what it would be like if there was someone performing the piece in front of the audience while I was responding to them(?).

First

Here's to the first day.  Just the word first brings a lot of thought.  This word pools a mixture of emotions, triggers, and triumphs.  It is really interesting to see that cesspool come to shape.

First, like there is for everything.  Then comes second and third—after that its habit.  How do we break that?  Breaking that first—that is destined to become a habit.

Drain the cesspool.