Episode Twenty-Five is a body of; installation art; photographs, prints, altered objects, and niche collectables from the past several months. I entered my 25th year of life at the start of summer jobless, living in my parents basement and with limited “real life” responsibilities compared to others my age. Despite being in minor debt I decided, “I am young and living large.” I threw myself a Quarter Century birthday bash equipped with tie-dye, stick on tattoos, bubbles, and a DJ.
I spent more time with friends consuming copious amounts of alcohol, going to shows, staying up all hours of night, and sleeping late into the following days. I recall an afternoon I came home after a solid 24 hours spent elsewhere. I walked up the stairs to the kitchen.
“You sure are spending a lot of time with those artists and drunkards.”
“Yes Mom, I am.”
Weeks later a phone call to the police was made because she was worried and loves me.
Truth of the matter, I was hungover, tired, and hungry. At 8am on a Thursday in July I went through the McDonald’s drive-thru at Nebraska Crossing. I wanted a cheeseburger but who knew they don’t start serving them until 10am yet serve breakfast 24 hours a day. I proceeded to park my car and eat my less desired sausage mcmuffin with coffee. I fell asleep. Three hours later I woke disoriented and covered in sweat with cars on all sides and a dead phone.
These sort of happenings continued, habits ensued and ideas spewed from my brain faster than I could remember them.
Beings to life and peril in the name of ART.
Out of necessity of not having my sketchbook every second- I got an app. My cellular device quickly filled up with sticky notes and recordings of no longer fleeting ruminations.
Now they exist.