Library Intervention

Camila and I arranged a few newspapers and a study carrel to create a small fort for me. I am a little too large for the space but its a nice place to hide and reas the news.

Public Intervention Art

I am intrigued by Gabriel Orozco. His art is as unexpected as it is beautiful. I was most fascinated with the images of where he places things in unexpected places; not jut cat food on watermelons or cat pictures among the green beans, but images of eyes in the sand, as well as images of broken trees and impossible skeletons.

I decided to try to do something unexpected. I have a toy "My Little Pony" and I decided to take it places where most toys do not go and see what happens.

First stop: Pony on a dumpster

Pony on a Fence
I liked the foggy background

Saw a shopping cart in a parking lot. It became
Pony and Cart

Pony Post

Pony Parks Legally

I liked Lee Walton making art by moving things. I tried to move things and make it art as well. I was in the grocery store and rearranged a few things on shelves. Taking pictures in the store made me really nervous.

Here is the "before" of the cereal shelf 

"After" cereal shelf

"Before" peanuts

"After" peanuts

I left things as they were after the change but wonder if anybody notices change in a grocery store.

Its not on Pine

I looked at a map of the town I used to live in and there is NO Pine Court. All these years of thinking I used to live on Pine have been wasted. On the map it looks like "Poplar Ct". Still a tree name with no trees near by.

House on site

The boring boxy house from the front. Making this house out of cardboard is very appropriate considering how much of a box it really was. The front window on the left would have been my room.

As shown, this house has more of a back yard than the real house did. The only things in the back yard were my swing set on a small patch of lawn and the driveway. Luckily there was a park nearby where all the neighborhood children played since all the yards were tiny. We also played in the street and across everybody's front lawns. There were no fenced yards so we roamed freely.

My famous bloodstain. Nobody really paid that much attention to it after the first couple days it was there but it did not wear or wash off while we lived there.

The swing set. I didn't want to make it look attractive because it wasn't. It was red but the paint was peeling and most of the metal was rusting. I don't think they can make metal swing sets anymore. They don't seem safe now. For me, the best part of this house was the swing set because I was the only person who used it so it seemed like it was mine in a place where everything was shared.

Construction of the house

House painting on the lawn. Luckily the black grass will grow away.

Making windows

Cutting windows and doors into the first floor.

Still working on the main floor. I realized that the house was symmetrical except for some of the windows, which made it easier to determine where to cut. 

One of my helpers

Not all assistance is useful

Swings, steps, sidewalks

Blueprint for Childhood Home

Mom may be right. The houses all tend to blend together. I put in what I remember but there is much that I have forgotten. The main floor is centered, with the small yard, left is the basement and right is the upper floor. 

Assignment #1 Interview about Childhood Home

I interviewed a my brother and my mother about childhood homes. My brother's responses are below. My mother's responses were vague and I am not going to use them.

Rebecca: How old were you when you lived in this house?  

Sterling: 3 to 4?

R: What do you remember most about the house? 

S: it was a duplex, located on a culdesac road.

R: What was your favorite part of the house? 

S: The basement where I had a fort under the stairs. I used to keep a peanut butter sandwich there, in case I needed a snack. Sometimes it would lie there until the next day. I loved it.

R: What is your best memory of the house? 

S: I used to call our dad for dinner, he had his office in our basement, and he would give me piggy back ride up to the table.

R: What is a bad memory of the house? 

S: I got caught by our parents, covering the neighbors welcome matt with a giant mud pie. Mom wisked away the mud pie and mixing bowl seconds before the neighbors got home.

R: Was this house better or worse that the house before it and the house after it? 

S: The house after it was fun, yet I'm told it was in a bad neighborhood, which influenced my brothers.  The house prior to it was moistly a blur of a house next to the church and a huge snow field that we crossed one time to get to the clinic. That's about all I can remember.

R: Were there pets? What were they? 

S: We had a couple of dogs, but they wern't as memorable as other things. 

R: What color was the house? 

S: Good question. I guess white?

R: What color was your room? 

S: Can't remember. 

R: Would you live there again if you could? 

S: No, but I would willingly be a kid again as long as my family was part of the deal.