Tuesday, January 25, 2011
And on another floor in our house lives my brother Marc. This is the part of the house that needs the most work done, like everything. It is the highest floor and it is really unnecessary at this point, so Marc is taking advantage of that. He doesn't mind the disrepair (and, in fact, he'll be part of the solution). He is content to sit, chew gumballs into perfect globose forms and wrap them in bandaids. He's an artist and this is, one-day-very-soon, going to be an installation in a very famous gallery (details forthcoming).
For this project, he purchased 18 pounds of gumballs. Traveling from the various places he has called home this year - one thing was constant, his backpack full of pink gumballs.
My jaw is getting tired, he said last night very seriously.
Do you think they read as candy? (also very seriously).
It was like he had an assembly line going - laid out on the bed with his computer propped up on the chair in front of him so that he could watch Extras while doing his work: bandaids/bandaid wrappers to one side; opened bandaids hanging in a line on the chair in front of him (for ease and efficiency); the big plastic bag of gumballs; a plate with perfect round, chewed balls and then the final product. Awesome.