Rice on concrete (scattered.)

hid the layer esquie's crown is on and

round

mhara

Inspired by a scene in @wanderingsofal's fic Swordsmaster which I lovingly referred to as artist bait when I read it. 🤣

secret ending wip

Sweet and healthy boys! Rounded out and happy!

monday

The contrast between Verso in his rich boy casual and Gustave's ultimate shuffly house clothing is sending me. 🤣

whee whoo days

#clair obscur: expedition 33

EXCUSE ME, they are so cute in this, holy shit!! Adorable movie-going boyfriends! And Verso is all skin and bones, he looks like my cousins who can never keep weight on. I love the way this gestures at how badly he takes care of himself, esp. compared to how round faced and sweet Gustave looks.

dduane

The final trailer.

I want to see this get an Oscar nomination and make A GAZILLION BUCKS.

lektrech

vismzo

whose middle school teacher is this ⁉️

hometoursandotherstuff

downtowndoll94

like whoopie goldberg said I don’t want somebody in my house

emoparamore

ray toro @ madrid

flock-talk

Long Tust

Performance art is good and listening to people who don't understand art talk about performance art is a unique type of torture.

Which is probably a thought that could be the core of a pretty fun, masturbatory piece of performance art.

Oh. Oh actually. Actually.

Okay, so the name of the piece is "It's what you make of it" and you have a setup that's a cross between a zoltar fortune-teller machine and a crank penny press. The room the piece is performed in has a warning about recording the performance and cautions the viewer to only interact with the piece of they consent to being recorded and photographed.

The artist is in the box, made up as a marionette and the viewer can use pulleys and switches to position the artist's limbs and to change the background and lighting of the box and can type a short prompt for the artist to repeat and act out verbatim.

The viewer has to drop a token (provided as part of the piece) into a coin slot and work a crank to complete the prompt. While the artist is acting out the prompt, the prompt is printed on a photo strip that includes a picture of the prompter (taken by a hidden webcam on the booth). One copy of the prompt and photo is spit out along with the cranked token (which has the phrase "it's what you make of it" and an image of a clown pressed into it) for the viewer to keep, one copy of the prompt and photo is spit out inside the booth where the artist can collect it after completing the prompt.

What the artist is going to do with the photo strip is not explained, the artist doesn't speak or move except as a response to a prompt.

People will prompt the artist to say "this is stupid." People will prompt the artist say explicit phrases, or to swear incessantly. People will prompt the artist to say slurs.

And they will walk away with their prompt attributed to them with their photo and a coin they used their energy to mint into a reminder that the art is what they made of it. And their creation is documented in the hands of the artist as well. What did they put into the world? What did they decide to say when they had a chance to say anything? What were they comfortable saying before they realized that someone would quote them on it? What did they make of it, and how would they feel if their photo was attached to their prompt in a book or video or somewhere that people might see it?

How did they approach the piece? How would they approach it a second time?

Also the artist goes hog fucking wild on the prompts. They're acted out *loudly* and melodramatically with as much emotion as the artist can put into the performance.

And whenever the machine is not in motion the artist is still and vacant, but the performance of the prompt involves as much eye contact and emoting as possible.

The piece is dead and meaningless until you approach it, and as soon as you start interacting with it it should become disconcertingly alive with your intention.