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August 2008
08/24/2008
08/17/2008
The People's Post Office: mail that no one receives and everyone reads
At the Inauguration of the People's Post Office, stations were set up throughout Elsewhere. Each station corresponded with a category in one of the post office boxes available at the PPO. Participants then deposited their letters in the appropriate box-- jump starting the mail collection.
Here are some of the letters:
Notes Written In School:
Letters to No One: Postcards with Private Love Notes:
Ransom Notes: Confessions: Obligatory Holiday Mail
Mail That Never Arrived: Letters You'll Never Send: Junk Mail: Memories:
mystery de-mystified (sort of)
I have spent two weeks a nervous wreck, unable to write about it here because it was all such an unsure secret.
i have been looking for my mystery South Carolina penpal, a stranger who contacted me on the internet to be her penpal.
my plan was to drive to her address three hours away with Elsewherians Mary, Sarah, and Ian. The three would deliver a singing telegram and paper invitation for her to come to meet me in person for the first time ever in front of everyone at my Artist Conversation Friday.
but we discovered, upon arrival, that she didn't live at the address i had for her. a woman named Delecta Rollins, a mean man, and a baby lived there. a neighbor said no on named Lily had ever lived there.
was she a lie? did she move and not tell me?
we spent the day searching for her, asking neighbors, visiting former places of employment, and wandering around apartment complexes in the town a neighbor said she'd moved to, all to no avail. maybe this is called stalking. it started out as a nice surprise.
by the end of the day, we had a lot of video footage of our emotional crash and the dissapointment of not finding her. i edited into a documentary to show at my conversation, in lieu of her coming.
but in an anticlimactic homage to the miracles of the internet, i contacted her on myspace, and she agreed to come to my conversation!
i decided not to tell her about the documentary and the stalking, in case she would then decide not to come. the days before she arrived were a nervous tornado. what if she didn't come? what is she hated me for stalking her? what if we had nothing to say to each other?
but it was perfect. more perfect than it could ever have been, and she wasn't angry and she hugged me, lke her first letter promised, and she played songs on the guitar that she had written about penpals and us, and she brought her marvelous family. the conversation was easy and nice, even in front of the crowd.
i have been looking for my mystery South Carolina penpal, a stranger who contacted me on the internet to be her penpal.
my plan was to drive to her address three hours away with Elsewherians Mary, Sarah, and Ian. The three would deliver a singing telegram and paper invitation for her to come to meet me in person for the first time ever in front of everyone at my Artist Conversation Friday.
but we discovered, upon arrival, that she didn't live at the address i had for her. a woman named Delecta Rollins, a mean man, and a baby lived there. a neighbor said no on named Lily had ever lived there.
was she a lie? did she move and not tell me?
we spent the day searching for her, asking neighbors, visiting former places of employment, and wandering around apartment complexes in the town a neighbor said she'd moved to, all to no avail. maybe this is called stalking. it started out as a nice surprise.
by the end of the day, we had a lot of video footage of our emotional crash and the dissapointment of not finding her. i edited into a documentary to show at my conversation, in lieu of her coming.
but in an anticlimactic homage to the miracles of the internet, i contacted her on myspace, and she agreed to come to my conversation!
i decided not to tell her about the documentary and the stalking, in case she would then decide not to come. the days before she arrived were a nervous tornado. what if she didn't come? what is she hated me for stalking her? what if we had nothing to say to each other?
but it was perfect. more perfect than it could ever have been, and she wasn't angry and she hugged me, lke her first letter promised, and she played songs on the guitar that she had written about penpals and us, and she brought her marvelous family. the conversation was easy and nice, even in front of the crowd.
afterwards, everyone came inside and wrote letters to fill up the post office boxes i made. there were stations scattered around the space, and so many letters were deposited. it was amazing. i spent last night reading them all. so many people have so many secrets that they are waiting for any opportunity to anonymously dump into the world.
there was also a pen pal song-writing time, recorded here: much of it is inaudible, but two songs by Lily come through pretty well-- one at the beginning and one at the very end. turn your speakers up up up.
anyhow, it has all been magical. i love elsewhere.
08/14/2008
outside of my medium
i realize i have never really
explained here what i'm making:
a set of post office boxes,
some built as replicas of
other elsewhere spaces
and installations
(the aviary, the red room, city)
i am also making a movie about
finding something. more on that
later.
all of it requires a lot of skills i didn't think i had (and maybe still don't have),
like electrical wiring, joining awkward tiny pieces of wood together, and
video editing/ filming/ etc.
now i'm down to the crunch. waiting on a mystery to pan out. will report later.
explained here what i'm making:
a set of post office boxes,
some built as replicas of
other elsewhere spaces
and installations
(the aviary, the red room, city)
i am also making a movie about
finding something. more on that
later.
all of it requires a lot of skills i didn't think i had (and maybe still don't have),
like electrical wiring, joining awkward tiny pieces of wood together, and
video editing/ filming/ etc.
now i'm down to the crunch. waiting on a mystery to pan out. will report later.
08/13/2008
08/11/2008
bats
days and days of folding origami bats. i have to leave here so soon. i'm not ready yet.
08/09/2008
city
tonight was city, elsewhere's giant public imaginary game.
the new resident Annie ran a mystery bakery that crescendo-ed with a maple-bacon cake. Shalin ran his FitsLikeAGlove photobooth that Mary, Steph-o, and I took full advantage of.
i was a hairdresser. after the first client it became apparent that restraints would be necessary to ensure my total artistic control. the last fellow walked away with a clock shaved into the back of his head.
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