Put Something There Pt. II
(MOBILE)
Assignment: Put an object on something mobile.
GOAL: To push the boundaries of the assignment, do something unexpected.
Project: THE MOBILE LETTER
I chose to push the ENVELOPE on this one and as my project description unravels you may get that terrible joke. When thinking of things I could do for this project I first started to think about what object I would put somewhere. I wanted to use an object that had some sort of meaning, not just a waffle iron or something like that. So I thought and thought and really couldn't think of an object I was willing to sacrifice to a mobile form of transportation. I was thinking maybe I'll create an object then, and since I'm fond of writing why not write something cool and post it on some form of transportation.
I realized that every mobile thing I thought of pasting this paper to was pretty bland. Bus, Car, Train, Bike, I figured a lot of people would be doing that and it would be sort of recycled. So I tried to push the ENVELOPE (oh man) by enclosing a poem I wrote about my weekend into a letter, and mailing it to one of my friends I visited this past weekend.
HOW IS THIS PUTTING SOMETHING SOMEWHERE MOBILE?
The object is the Letter/Poem, the mobile transportation is the USPS (united states postal service). As of 5pm collection time my letter will become mobile. AND if for some reason my friends address is incorrect then it will become mobile once again back to my apartment. I also thought it would be interesting to instruct my friend to add to the poem and send it to a friend Chain Letter style, thus making this LETTER MOBILE possibly forever.
(pictures to be posted soon, poem below)
We're Always Chasing the Weekends
I've visited old friends
driven hours on end despite
how hard my legs slept
Through blinding strings of rain
windows fogged and a tank on empty
I still remembered
how to get there
When I did It felt surreal to be
where I used to be
Couldn't picture myself there now
See the things that never change
and those that are ever changing
I was greeted with teeth and laughter
some didn't even recognize
Appeared and disappeared
from various bars
loosing track of time and the world
Watched the sun strings
tip toe round each sky spear
from the fifteenth floor
atop the earth in this forty story building
Stood in the rain for hours
the same rain that met my car
earlier in the night
I started to return with New York City
under my fingernails,
Boston in my heart,
Philly in my sights,
and California on my mind