I Forgot To Eat Dinner

Tonight I dine at 11:18PM. I didn’t mean to not eat dinner, it just slipped my mind i guess. Like any last minute dinner resorter would do, I’ve turned to instant Ramen (beef flavor) and eat at my desk in front of my computer like I’m still a college student. I spent my evening listening to philosophy podcasts from UC Berkeley, doing purposeless things like taking pictures of my Flip cam screen through my webcam (seen above) and staring at the scanned image of a piece of artwork that I found some time ago (also seen above).

I posted the scan in my art section, which I call Afficion. Afficion is just a tumblr style collection of artwork that I find beautiful. Some of it is my own pictures or poems, but most of it is other things. I treat the Afficion section like I’m a curator. Everything that belongs there belongs to my personal aesthetic of beautiful, which is decay, imperfection, impermeableness, tragedy, passion, organic, chaotic. I love things in a color palette of blacks, browns, grays, and burnt oranges – sort of like what is left of a fire. I like that everything changes. I think it’s beautiful that nothing lasts forever.

The piece I found was intentionally left for someone to find. Although it’s a simple drawing, it is a greater art in how it was placed to be found like a lost treasure. It was sealed in a little plastic bag and buried under a thin layer of dirt, which had been uncovered one rainy day as I was walking to a class. On the back it is signed by Sir Daddy Thomas O’Neil, which never brings up anything connected in a search. Maybe it is some type of code, but I haven’t yet figure it out. Whatever it is, I sometimes feel like I should put the piece back in a bag and hide it somewhere myself for the next person to pick up. I haven’t yet done so, but maybe soon.

The concept of found art is really interesting. How special too. I think of it as street art, but not public art, at least not the piece that I found. It was a very personal piece, made for me or whoever found it. It’s small, not this big pasted or painted thing meant to make a loud statement. The art is in the delight of surprise and not shock. Tomorrow I think, I’m going to plant my own little surprises for someone to find.

In the meantime, I think I need another pack of ramen.