Hanging of food from hooks on X-mas tree in sections of the now obsolete food pyramid.
Perhaps leaving it in the woods to feed the animals.
Themes: diet, exercise, tradition, nostalgia, religion, social norms, consumption, desire, survival, etc.
This piece is 4′ wide x 8′ high with crown molding used as a faux frame and a vinyl wall mural (link) applied directly to MDF/OSB/Particleboard wood. At the top of the waterfall will be a roll of receipt/toilet paper that feeds directly into the miniature paper shredder. When the audience member presses the button (approx 4-5′ in front of the piece) this will trigger the shredder to turn on, pulling the paper from the roll, and allowing it to fall continuously to the ground, forming a pile of discarded wasted, unusable paper shreddings under the piece.
Shredder Test 1 Video using 2-ply toilet paper.
Shredder Test 2 Video using 3 1/8” thermal paper roll and pen as spool.
Shredder Test 3 Video using 3 1/8” thermal paper roll propped on shredder.
Shredder Test 4 Video using 2 ply of low quality toilet paper.
Shredder Test 5 Video using 1 ply of low quality toilet paper.
Toilet paper didn’t work. Going with thermal paper roll, two door stoppers and eye hooks as the spool.
Decided to connect another 4×8 below the wallpapered board to make the piece 4’x16′, propped around 1-2′ from the wall, supported by the pedestal with button. Using extra vinyl mural to make transition to bottom abstract shredded piece. Hoping to have shredder out from the plywood 3-4′ to dump the shredding paper on top of person pushing button.
Single feathers placed in 38 otherwise empty medicine bottles. I got these bottles a couple years ago from my Granddad’s wife, Darlene. My Granddad passed away one year ago this month.
While working I was listening to Death Cab for Cutie’s song Talking Bird on repeat.
Project time: 1 hour
Talking Bird by Death Cab for Cutie
Oh, my talking bird
Though you know so few words
They’re on infinite repeat
Like your brain can’t keep up with your beak
You’re kept in an open cage so you’re free to leave or stay
Sometimes you get confused
Like there’s a hint that I’m trying to give you
The longer you think the less you know what to do
It’s hard to see your way out
When you live in a house in a house
‘Cause you don’t realize
That the windows were open the whole time
Oh, my talking bird
Though your feathers are tattered and furled
I’ll love you all your days
‘Till the breathe leaves your delicate frame
It’s all here for you as long as you choose to stay…
It’s all here for you as long as you don’t fly away…