graffito / more neighbor art
Sign on the back of each stall door in the women's restroom, here at work:
"Please DO NOT flush any feminine products down the toilet."
Line I added in ball-point pen:
"Anything you flush must be masculine."
Yeah, I'm a rebel. An insurgent, even.
In other news, my neighbor has unbelievably displayed more White Trash Performance Art in the hallway. She's practically Christo, I'm telling you.
What are we to make of these artfully-arranged items of seeming non-connection? Is it a metaphor for the lack of connectedness between people? Does it speak to the absurdity of existence? Is it a statement about lack of storage space...in the human heart?
A large bag of pet food sits outside a door. Is it about the spiritual nourishment available to all of us -- just outside our doors, so to speak -- but which we tragically neglect? A symbol of the vast, nourishing love of an canine companion? Or simply a casualty of the fact that compulsively collecting animals (15 cats and two dogs, she told me herself) leaves no room in your house for anything else?
And finally, the most cryptic piece of the whole installation:
A Nutcracker decoration, whose broken arm is visible on the shelf above. Hmm, "Nutcracker"...a statement about the emasculation awaiting any man who dares live with a crazy cat lady? A warning that if you interfere with her fantasy life, she'll break your arm (and kick you in the jewels)? The annoying-ass detritus of someone who doesn't know when to just throw something out?
The levels are many, the statements are bold, and evidently, the world is her personal storage unit. We're just lucky enough to live in it.
"Please DO NOT flush any feminine products down the toilet."
Line I added in ball-point pen:
"Anything you flush must be masculine."
Yeah, I'm a rebel. An insurgent, even.
In other news, my neighbor has unbelievably displayed more White Trash Performance Art in the hallway. She's practically Christo, I'm telling you.
What are we to make of these artfully-arranged items of seeming non-connection? Is it a metaphor for the lack of connectedness between people? Does it speak to the absurdity of existence? Is it a statement about lack of storage space...in the human heart?
A large bag of pet food sits outside a door. Is it about the spiritual nourishment available to all of us -- just outside our doors, so to speak -- but which we tragically neglect? A symbol of the vast, nourishing love of an canine companion? Or simply a casualty of the fact that compulsively collecting animals (15 cats and two dogs, she told me herself) leaves no room in your house for anything else?
And finally, the most cryptic piece of the whole installation:
A Nutcracker decoration, whose broken arm is visible on the shelf above. Hmm, "Nutcracker"...a statement about the emasculation awaiting any man who dares live with a crazy cat lady? A warning that if you interfere with her fantasy life, she'll break your arm (and kick you in the jewels)? The annoying-ass detritus of someone who doesn't know when to just throw something out?
The levels are many, the statements are bold, and evidently, the world is her personal storage unit. We're just lucky enough to live in it.