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May 04, 2005
Public Art Pt 1
I don't remember when exactly it was I got a copy of "How to be a Cartoonist" for Christmas. I do remember it was when I was in grade school. I couldn't have been too early on because I remember going straight to the How to draw naked women section, and it couldn't have been too late because I had the book for quite some time when I made my artistic debut in the first few days of 8th grade.
The summer before I entered 8th grade was a formulative time for me artistically. My mom decided that the family had gone much much too long without a good summer vacation so she gathered up the kids and took us out from Wisconsin to Washington DC. It was there I saw the impressive monuments, the architectural diversity not found in small town Wisconsin, the art museums. We saw them all, along with the White House, the Capitol and the Supreme Court (where I put my high-top Brooks clad footprint in wet cement!), on foot.
Our base of operations was a small hotel in what seemed to be a residential area of the city. It was just over a block away from a reasonably priced chinese carryout restuarant where we bought most of our meals.
When we'd get back to the hotel at the end of a long day hiking around the capital we'd take a short walk over to the restaurant, avoiding the drunks that had a disconcerting habit of yelling "Kill the whitey!" just when our family was walking by. Once in the restaurant we in turn would yell at the cashier. We weren't really familiar with the concept of a bullet proof glass restaurant and thought we had to yell so we could be heard on the other side of the glass. Then we'd go back to our hotel room to eat before hitting the roof-top pool.
Well, most of us would hit the pool. My older brother always stayed in the room masturbating.
That seems to be one of the big things that sticks out in his mind about the trip. "Remember when I'd stay in the room watching tv instead of going to the pool? -- I was just jerking off." The biggest thing I remember about the trip wasn't even in Washington Dc. It was in Midway Airport in Chicago - a men's room in Midway Airport - and it was the inspiration for my first public art display.
I walked into the bathroom and found all the urinals occupied. Naturally I took a stall. I threw open the door, and that's when I saw it.
Posted by calculatoronfire at May 4, 2005 12:03 AM
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damn. you're getting really good with these cliff-hanger endings.
Posted by: j-e-s-s-i-c-a at May 4, 2005 10:43 AM
This is when I fell asleep.
Posted by: brian at May 4, 2005 08:31 PM