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So I spent the majority of last week sick in bed with the first cold I have had since winter 2003. Luckily my immune system didn't totally fuck me over, though, because I got better with just enough time to get the final stages of my projects for these two big group gallery shows together, and thankfully felt OK enough to spend Sunday installing them. They actually look really good, too. One is entitled "My first real painting : a placeholder" and it consists of a blank canvas with sticky letters stuck to it that spell out "DISGUSTING DISCUSSED THING". I think its fucking hot conceptual art. The other installation consists of a toilet installed in the middle of the gallery. It looks really clean and profesh and authentic, and I even figured out how to have water in it (thank you, plumbers wax). I am doing a performance with this piece at the art opening on Thursday. First, I will refrain from defecating for a total of 3 days (tomorrow is day one) Then, on Thursday evening, just as the free booze and lack of entertainment are starting to get to the frustrated art opening-goers, I will enter the scene announced in a carnivalesque way (think "and, now, the moment we've all been waiting for...") wearing a lab coat, safety goggles, a face mask, ear plugs, and knee & elbow pads. I will proceed to the toilet, sit down and take an enourmous shit, then get up and exit. I fully expect to drive some members of my audience into the depths of utter madness through this action. Even the ones who don't just totally lose it will be astounded and appalled. I also expect to be forced to remove it by the custodial crew. Again, fucking hot conceptual art. I am, at this point, practically a fucking hot conceptual art factory. I am also at this point (and have always been, apparently) a shit factory, although this just recently came to my attention. HAH!! Who wouldv'e thought?