After a particularly taxing day at work shoveling shit uphill, I like to go home and pour myself a Fanta orange. I will then proceed to draw anthropomorphic pictures of fruit.
Today was particularly stressful, so I went with a banana.
Bananas are the easiest and least complex to illustrate as the lengthy nature of the fruit makes for an easy depiction of a human body.
I miscalculated the size of the thing, as I started in the centre on the sheet.
Rookie mistake.
Not a bother, I can get more paper.
I pose him doing a jaunty jig.
A massive 600 centimetre banana having a jocular caper.
A happy, healthy boy to help facilitate my catharsis.
My Fanta is depleted and I get a call from my boss.
He speaks as I continue my work of art.
The banana’s skin becomes melty.
He dislocates his elbow as my pencil snaps a nib.
His eyebrow starts to drop as my boss explains himself on the phone.
My banana is looking a bit different.
He shits himself.
The actress Julia Roberts takes a bite from his head with her enormous mandibles.
He just smoked a punnet of Crystal Meth and he is gnawing his teeth and starting to drool.
His twitchy eye starts to water as the aneurysm bursts in his head.
I hang up the phone.
I won’t be drawing fruit for a while.
Courtesy of young Eliott
Hello and welcome to my blog.
I have had a terrible few days lads.
I don’t want to get into it too much as I don’t know exactly what is happening. The one thing I do know is that my anxiety is off the fucking charts at the moment. I just wrote a 7 page legal letter about my job situation, so I’m pretty depleted. I can’t talk about this yet.
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So today I want to talk about something completely different, and something I wish to do moving forward.
I want to talk about art, in particular, Participatory Art.
“Participatory art is an approach to making art which engages public participation in the creative process, letting them become co-authors, editors, and observers of the work. This type of art is incomplete without viewers’ physical interaction.” – Wikipedia you cunts
This is something that is interesting to me and I want to explore this with my writing. I kind of did it with that bit of prose above. I found that picture on Facebook. One of my friends posted it.
It was drawn by his kid and I found it hilarious and it inspired me to write about it. I absolutely loved doing it.
I get heaps of tiny inspirational moments like this from seemingly inconsequential images and anecdotes.
As I’ve mentioned before, I am writing a novel as well and a book of short stories. The novel is pretty structured and linear, but the short stories is developing into some mad shit.
My last installment was a story that started off with a man going to the beach and ending with New Zealand Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern grazing with a flock of sheep because she is a human hybrid and needs to chew to keep her teeth at a semi human level. I’ve not edited it yet, but it’s a pretty good 25K words. I will need to shave it down because that is Novella territory. The Dubstep of the writing world.
No thank you.
Rhythm Zero is a great example of participatory art if anyone has heard of it.
There’s this gas cunt of an artist called Marina Abramović. She is Serbian.
1974 Naples.
Marina stands behind a table with 72 items on it.
There’s a feather, a knife, sticks, stones and loads of other shit. Frighteningly there was a gun and a single bullet.
The piece was called “I am the object”
It was mad.
It started with some tickling and some prodding. Some mad perverts were touching her tits and fanny. They used blades to cut her clothes to the point where she was completely nude. They held a knife to her throat.
It wasn’t until someone loaded the gun and placed it to her temple that the experiment was stopped.
The point of this art piece was not only an experiment to check how far humans will go if they have free reign, it was also orchestrated because nobody knew how it would end. It almost ended with murder.
This is not a new concept, those mad Italians in the Futurist movement or 1908 used to run theatres based on participatory art.
They would get the actors to ask questions to the audience on what to do next, they used to put glue on some of the seats so the spectators, nay participants would get angry. They would sell multiple tickets to the same seat to deliberately start fights. This was a deliberate move by the Italian writer Filippo Tommaso Marinetti (1876‒1944). I like his work, but he was a Fascist who was a close friend of Mussolini. So it’s a no from me.
Futurist Art
I like the sound of that. The outcome is unpredictable and it’s ends are vague.
It would be so awesome to have a full story, say 50k words that was written within the parameters and chaos of participatory art.
I’ll think of a way to do this and let you know.
Coronavirus has well and truly fucked me over now.
I hope you guys are coping well.
I’m enjoying seeing all the creativity coming to the fore on platforms like Facebook and Instagram.
I’m seeing a different side to many of you. From musicians to bakers to textile technicians to fitness coaches. Some of you are really talented, although some of you are pretty shit. But that’s not the point I guess.
Not everyone is creative.
Some people have spent their lockdown time doing other things, and more power to them. If you decide to watch a Box Set, then watch a Box Set. As long it’s being done with passion.
Deciding to repack your closet or sort out your sock draw, it’s hard to boast about that on the social.
“Look at my colour coded T-shirts all packed away nicely, you pricks,” is not really Instaworthy.
The key is not to be as productive as you can be, the key is to do things that will give you personal meaning. So whatever you decide to do, give it your all.
Anyway, I haven’t had a good night’s sleep for a while.
Let’s hope this Covid thing is sorted shortly.
