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THE MUSEUM LETTER PT 2 (Part 1 is fun, but not as fun. - essentially boiled down to asking them if they'd like to put on a performance art show where I sat in their atrium and stared at their guests.)
First off: the outside envelope. Lovely thick textured green paper, staples from a stapler, Sturdy black duct tape (Gorilla brand,) and a little face (the rest of the lips are unfortunately on the other side. I'll do better in the future. No return address 'cause I scoped the place out and realized I could just deliver it myself. (The current preferred mode.)
After opening the first envelope, they'd be greeted by 2 sub envelopes!!! I put some real thought into these. The "All Access Museum Admission" is from one of their bitter competitors. The other envelope is just some fun!
We'll start with the main bulk of the envelope before we get to the little tidbits.
I don't know what to say here. I'm a wordsmith. I mold the form to suite my needs. Language is but another medium for dance. Yeup.
ISN'T MY COW BUTTON COOL?????? (You are so jealous. and that's fine.)
[The talking to my mom bit is... because my mom at times in her professional career has bumped into folks there. People in town just kinda know my mom. You don't need to know about my mother. So I will not disclose mother related information.
Anyways. It might have been amusing in some world if they sleuthed out my mother's identity, realized they had her number somewhere, called her and just asked...
M: "What's up with the letter from your child? It's super dope and cool and from a well adjusted member of society."
and my mom would answer "Ya huh. Real normal cool swag turbo-normalicious child-o-mine do be doing them letters."
and then it gets revealed that *my mom added me to the call when it started and I've been listening the whole time*
me: "squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee omg omg omg [I'm blushing soooooo hard rn] they said whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat about my letter? That's SUPER EPIC MODE!!!!!!! omg. I'm going to go anticlimactically ballistic?!?!?! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Freaking yes dude. Bro. I'm so pumped rn. Friggin yes!"
They were listening the whole time
me: "oh god. were you guys listening to all of that?"
I compress my existence into myself becoming a nothingness only AI art enthusiasts can fathom.
Fin. [bit ends]
I don't know. I thought it would have been funny?
haha.]
The "Missed Opportunity" was a cutout from the last letter. An art piece derived from a decisive lack of action on the Museum's end after my first (relatively cool and funny letter) was completely ignored because it probably looked sketchy as fuck and said something like "to whomever wants to have some fun."
And finally the gifties. I included some Tarot cards I was working on at the time (one of 20 projects that are only kinda completed.) And a calling card with my #.
They haven't called me.
I cannot fathom why.
I am lovely.
A treat. A bonafide treat of a human.
Alas. Some folks let life whisk them away like a dandelion seed, others fight the current for some reason or another.
Sitting in my chair, thinking it would be fun to chuckle right now. I'm great.
Ben
A letter to Ludwig. His Reddit removed it automatically from what I can tell. I cannot fathom why.
I find myself in a constant struggle to deliver letters. Getting them to their intended recipients can be so difficult at times.
Slightly niche to a certain subset of humanity. Nonetheless I enjoyed the night I spend making these a couple months back. Filmed some stuff that goes along with it. Might dig that out for a laugh.
Be well.
Be swell.
Ben
THE MUSEUM LETTER PT 2 (Part 1 is fun, but not as fun. - essentially boiled down to asking them if they'd like to put on a performance art show where I sat in their atrium and stared at their guests.)
First off: the outside envelope. Lovely thick textured green paper, staples from a stapler, Sturdy black duct tape (Gorilla brand,) and a little face (the rest of the lips are unfortunately on the other side. I'll do better in the future. No return address 'cause I scoped the place out and realized I could just deliver it myself. (The current preferred mode.)
After opening the first envelope, they'd be greeted by 2 sub envelopes!!! I put some real thought into these. The "All Access Museum Admission" is from one of their bitter competitors. The other envelope is just some fun!
We'll start with the main bulk of the envelope before we get to the little tidbits.
I don't know what to say here. I'm a wordsmith. I mold the form to suite my needs. Language is but another medium for dance. Yeup.
ISN'T MY COW BUTTON COOL?????? (You are so jealous. and that's fine.)
[The talking to my mom bit is... because my mom at times in her professional career has bumped into folks there. People in town just kinda know my mom. You don't need to know about my mother. So I will not disclose mother related information.
Anyways. It might have been amusing in some world if they sleuthed out my mother's identity, realized they had her number somewhere, called her and just asked...
M: "What's up with the letter from your child? It's super dope and cool and from a well adjusted member of society."
and my mom would answer "Ya huh. Real normal cool swag turbo-normalicious child-o-mine do be doing them letters."
and then it gets revealed that *my mom added me to the call when it started and I've been listening the whole time*
me: "squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee omg omg omg [I'm blushing soooooo hard rn] they said whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat about my letter? That's SUPER EPIC MODE!!!!!!! omg. I'm going to go anticlimactically ballistic?!?!?! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Freaking yes dude. Bro. I'm so pumped rn. Friggin yes!"
They were listening the whole time
me: "oh god. were you guys listening to all of that?"
I compress my existence into myself becoming a nothingness only AI art enthusiasts can fathom.
Fin. [bit ends]
I don't know. I thought it would have been funny?
haha.]
The "Missed Opportunity" was a cutout from the last letter. An art piece derived from a decisive lack of action on the Museum's end after my first (relatively cool and funny letter) was completely ignored because it probably looked sketchy as fuck and said something like "to whomever wants to have some fun."
And finally the gifties. I included some Tarot cards I was working on at the time (one of 20 projects that are only kinda completed.) And a calling card with my #.
They haven't called me.
I cannot fathom why.
I am lovely.
A treat. A bonafide treat of a human.
Alas. Some folks let life whisk them away like a dandelion seed, others fight the current for some reason or another.
Sitting in my chair, thinking it would be fun to chuckle right now. I'm great.
Ben
A letter to Ludwig. His Reddit removed it automatically from what I can tell. I cannot fathom why.
I find myself in a constant struggle to deliver letters. Getting them to their intended recipients can be so difficult at times.
Slightly niche to a certain subset of humanity. Nonetheless I enjoyed the night I spend making these a couple months back. Filmed some stuff that goes along with it. Might dig that out for a laugh.
Be well.
Be swell.
Ben
Some chaos. Maybe from a bang, or maybe just from me. I always like to give chaos a little order. Enough to look for patterns.
Have a swell day.
Ben
OMG. YES!!!!
But um. Would it be possible. Can I first outline to you why my fever dream of a video: Timothée Chalamet March 13th 2024 should be in the Louvre? It will only take 2 more hours. (Chiaroscuro features heavily in the second half. Clearly an artistic choice.)
yes honey your ecstasies are holy and your visions are divinely inspired can we fuck now
Some chaos. Maybe from a bang, or maybe just from me. I always like to give chaos a little order. Enough to look for patterns.
Have a swell day.
Ben
OMG. YES!!!!
But um. Would it be possible. Can I first outline to you why my fever dream of a video: Timothée Chalamet March 13th 2024 should be in the Louvre? It will only take 2 more hours. (Chiaroscuro features heavily in the second half. Clearly an artistic choice.)
yes honey your ecstasies are holy and your visions are divinely inspired can we fuck now
Uh. THE SONG IS GOOD!!! I LIKE THE SONG.
Random doodles from this year, some from just now. Most of these are on folded up cardstock I'd stick in my pocket or bag and just doodle on when I had a sec.
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnyways.
This is worth more than my life. I don't need it to survive, but like many things my body wants to engage with it.
I have synths. I will play with the synths I have. They are good.
But.
Dreams. We can all smoke some dreams from time to time.
Do that life thing!
Ben
Queen Anglerfish Theme (another underwater synth track made entirely with a Moog Grandmother)
It's my day off. I'll be busying myself with myself.
So far coffee on the porch. Public facing notes and a tad bit of reality shit posting.
I know I misspelled hilarious. It's funnier that way.
As for the table. Just did that. Housemate keeps putting his cigarettes out on my table. Did a lil Magritte for him. I'm very funny. It's not an ashtray it's a table! (Very funny.)
How's that life living ya?
Ben
It's my day off. I'll be busying myself with myself.
So far coffee on the porch. Public facing notes and a tad bit of reality shit posting.
I know I misspelled hilarious. It's funnier that way.
As for the table. Just did that. Housemate keeps putting his cigarettes out on my table. Did a lil Magritte for him. I'm very funny. It's not an ashtray it's a table! (Very funny.)
How's that life living ya?
Ben
Portraits!!! of @mothercain as promised to the void.
Took a whole dang week. Gee Willikers the IV I'm tuckered out!
Ya might need to open them in a new tab. Possibly save them. Possibly ponder our mortal souls for a couple extra minutes. IDK. Unsure how well the dang internet does with all this pixel retention stuff.
Hum de dum.
I should get going.
I've got important shitposts to work on.
Been nice crushin', we'll see if it goes away. Something something there are other flesh machines to love.
Enjoy your life whoever you are?
Ben
@mothercain You've got mail. ewwwwwwww.
I'm still working on a portrait.
Have a nice life.
-Ben
Just some scanned things I had lying around. My feet, my arms, and a scan of some little thermal stickers of my face. Yep. That's me!
EARTH - FART
Inspired by a car with 3 different EARTH - ART bumper stickers. Something in my soul rebelled. I got mad. It was stupid. I can try and scoop my brain out and explain it, but they are words? And if ART is in EARTH then so is FART. Even if the EARTH doesn't have an F. Meaning is something. Maybe. Will have to ponder meaning.
Awwww shucks why do mysterious hoods look so cool?
Just some scanned things I had lying around. My feet, my arms, and a scan of some little thermal stickers of my face. Yep. That's me!
EARTH - FART
Inspired by a car with 3 different EARTH - ART bumper stickers. Something in my soul rebelled. I got mad. It was stupid. I can try and scoop my brain out and explain it, but they are words? And if ART is in EARTH then so is FART. Even if the EARTH doesn't have an F. Meaning is something. Maybe. Will have to ponder meaning.
Awwww shucks why do mysterious hoods look so cool?
I've had a wonderfully social Saturday. Not much more than a second alone. Great people though. Got some doodles in; on another piece of cardstock folded up in my pocket.
Top left was first. Drinks of the non-alcoholic variety after yoga with the mother & a couple folks.
My mother drew most of the top right waiting for me to finish a bitter cup of drip coffee. She was a little self conscious, I told her that art is screaming, and that I saw a mug, and that's all I need. I like it. Maybe she wanted something else. Much of myself and my scrawls are experiments in making mistakes, hiding them and highlighting them as they interest me. My only real addition was starting the pattern at the bottom. The thicker lines on the left are mine.
Bottom left I was two self made margaritas deep at a friends house post code-names gaming sesh. Talking politics, nothing, the general foolery of assholes, and a couple other things. Handyman I've called him elsewhere, Sisyphus he is here. He's been working on this garage for the two or so years we've been friends. It never ends. Many drinks have been had in and out of it.
Bottom right was just a quick scrawl so that that a piece wasn't just blank. Maybe a minute or two.
I must meet with darkness.
Goodnight.
Ben
I've had a wonderfully social Saturday. Not much more than a second alone. Great people though. Got some doodles in; on another piece of cardstock folded up in my pocket.
Top left was first. Drinks of the non-alcoholic variety after yoga with the mother & a couple folks.
My mother drew most of the top right waiting for me to finish a bitter cup of drip coffee. She was a little self conscious, I told her that art is screaming, and that I saw a mug, and that's all I need. I like it. Maybe she wanted something else. Much of myself and my scrawls are experiments in making mistakes, hiding them and highlighting them as they interest me. My only real addition was starting the pattern at the bottom. The thicker lines on the left are mine.
Bottom left I was two self made margaritas deep at a friends house post code-names gaming sesh. Talking politics, nothing, the general foolery of assholes, and a couple other things. Handyman I've called him elsewhere, Sisyphus he is here. He's been working on this garage for the two or so years we've been friends. It never ends. Many drinks have been had in and out of it.
Bottom right was just a quick scrawl so that that a piece wasn't just blank. Maybe a minute or two.
I must meet with darkness.
Goodnight.
Ben