Yeah I Know... Shut UP

Fuck off I know KAY!

More of this soon.. but it's not like anyone else has really had their hearts into it lately either.

Today I was in my painting class and we were split into two groups discussing a piece that was projected onto the wall. It was a piece by some guy (can't remember name of the artist or the name of the piece and after searching the internet for 20 minuts i have decided to give it a big ol' "fuck it") who tied a string to a pencil, hung it from the roof of a white gallery space so it was just barely touching the wall and put a fan about 7 feet away from said wall space.
The fan would blow and the pencil, ever so gently, would make marks on the wall resulting in a neat-o kind of 1/15th of a circle shape.

NOW

The interesting thing about the piece is not so much the actual piece but the time passing. In the description it says "1991/2010."
Of course this could mean a whole piss load of things but we, as well as the teacher, went with the general consensus that this is how long the piece lasted for.

FUNNY THING IS

While split into two utterly perplexed groups trying to think of something to say about what the fuck we were witnessing, mumbling pointless garbage in our confusion, a large number of us (I CAN PROUDLY SAY NOT MYSELF) kept using the phrase "10 years."
Like seriously, 4 different fucking people said 10 years.
I want to find the term for that moment when you're having a conversation with someone and they say something that is wrong and not only do YOU know that it was a slight error but the other person does too but the conversation keeps goingonandneitherofyoubringitupbutitsfesteringdeepinsidebothyouwaitingtoEXPLODE.

That's the term that would be used right this fucking second IF I didn't finally cut the person talking off after they mentioned "10 years" for the groups 14th collective time.

"We all know that's not ten years right?"

"I was thinking the same thing!"
"Yeah i knew something weird was going on"
"Oh man I feel so fucking dumb right now"
"Jesus christ no way did I keep saying 10.."

And so on.
Thats pretty much it. This was fun and i'm going to write some more stuff later.
Maybe I can get Johnny to get me in on hellosaskatoon and we can be like AdMen from MadMen and drink bourbon and partake in adulterous scenarios together.

Yeah I stopped reading this too.

Yeah, art.




UPDATE: I found a photo of the work.