Thursday, January 29, 2009

etp 3 collaboration

You walk around the earth and I know
you are there but we won't talk to one another again.
You brought it -
you, the last time
you were here.
You gave up on me then.
You, so I would have an excuse to throw
you out. But
you won't,
you're too strong.
You didn’t just -
you’ve got a tongue on
you.
YOU HAD A WHOLE FUCKING SHITLOAD OF THINGS TO SAY AND WE HAD A CONVERSATION!
You were articulate.
You left years, decades ago.
You haven't left.
You. Here.
You. Can't touch or even imagine what
you looked like when
you were here. I know
you were here. Don't know when. Don't know what happened or why
you had to leave.
You looked like - I wonder how
you felt - how.
You liked to celebrate your birthday.
You ever come back? Will
you ever tell me?

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Hallways that hold so much

Here. 
There. 


It doesn't matter what's around. 



You left years, decades ago. 

Still, somehow I can tell you haven't left. 
I still feel you here. Your presence, burns bright. Flames and sparks just seem to burn me. Still I need a jacket to make it through the cold nights and sometimes days. Heat never seemed to keep well here. If only it were summer. Its winter.

And still I can't see you. Can't touch or even imagine what you looked like when you were here. I know you were here. Don't know when. Don't know what happened or why you had to leave.

I wonder what you looked like. I wonder how you felt. How you liked to celebrate your birthday. What was your name and favorite color? 

Will you ever come back? Is there something I can do to help? Will you ever tell me? 

I can't stand your presence. 

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Dara Arikian EPT#3


He stands

silently
guarded and
astute
in the presence of absent ambition
in the arena of unfulfilled expectation
a heroin face in
Working Man's attire
with blue-grey eyes that tell
and a mouth that needn't repeat

etp 3 / emily

You walk around the earth and I know you are there but we won't talk to one another again.

There it is, half-empty and fully loaded. You brought it with you the last time you were here - no, it was the time before that, and no one finished it. Usually it is hiding behind another, but there it is now, in my line of questioning. I don't think that either of us drank from it, we did not pass it from hand to hand and lip to lip. No, someone else poured some into a glass. Oh, how awful - it might have even been only a plastic cup.

I think you gave up on me then.

I wish some mold would grow inside you so I would have an excuse to throw you out. But you won't, you're too strong.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

I see three faces staring at me. Each part shows only the eye portion of the face. Each individual photo is placed atop the other. Three pairs of eyes, three brows, and three souls. 
The top one appears to be the face of a gorilla. He has dark skin, the way that gorillas tend to be colored. His brows hold heavy over his eyes, giving his face a pensive look. His eyes are dark and blend into the dark skin that surrounds them. Their shine is what separates them from the rest of his face. The pupils stare straight out of the paper, back at the viewer. The sunlight hits him rather strongly, but his heavy brows keep his eyes in shadow. 
The middle pair of eyes also come from some kind of monkey. His color is a much lighter brown, but his eyes are also matching his skin color and his brow is just as deep set. The light source makes his entire face much more visible. We can see that his light hazel pupils are staring to the side. 
The bottom pair of eyes come from a child. THe photo is fully and evenly lit, allowing full visibility of the child's light skin, thin eye brows and brown eyes. The eyes stare straight back at the camera.

ETP # 2

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Experimental Piece #1: Collaboration


Start


Location Parkway Plaza WalMart


grabs a cart at main entrance WalMart and walks



- a youthful woman a and auburn hair streaked - wears jeans a
curvilinear back and a cap-sleeved diagonally across an unadorned
bag.



walks immediately toward escalator at cart “carts ” escalator and
ascend



Reaches escalator and and grabs cart.



- walks at a pace " Air ” scans containing various brands



hand, a black cellular (data ), and ear.



same cart; talks



"Air ” and stands cart. - hand; hand. away and grabs



places cart. and dials (data) walking aisle. walks back cart, reaches



hand, and back.



(hand) cart aisles.



- stands at endcap.



- face, and walk. sway.



a giant metal cage large balls:



Basic Ball



Character Ball



away and giant bars. grabs a and “basic ball,” cart, and a.


walks "Department” and at.



- Grabs



accessories aisle



Placemats



Chair pads



Table



and hand as reaches department.



- at a small.



- hanger a small Square Pants.



head scans and.



abruptly leaves cart .



reclaims cart



relocated at candles and. ajar. scans candles and candle, sporadically,
another hand waist.



paces back and.



arms, grabs a candle hand and take small.



at metal candle, and, candle hand, squats



- a candle hand.



-candle.



hands, face and candle again. candle and cart



walks back escalator, cart “carts" and.



five four tightly tied back high hold back pull back.



Actually



She stands in front of the cash register.



instantly. Repeat. resumes pose.



Her her, her. him.



taking. returning. something.



order. order better.




Wednesday, January 14, 2009

week 1 / emily / part 1

week 1 / emily / part 2

week 1 / emily / part 3

week 1 / emily / part 4

week 1 / emily / part 5



























week 1 / erica

Watching the cashier at Hi Thai for a half hour at 11AM

She’s about five feet four inches tall. She’s thin, Asian, and female. She has a tightly tied back high placed pony tail of long straight black hair. Some silver colored clips hold back any excess small hair that the pony tail doesn’t pull back. Around her neck is a silver chair with a silver ring on it. Her casual black shirt looks faded from washing, but the neon pink pattern printed on the front is still quite bright. She wears no makeup. It’s just her smile, but only when customers actually approach her.

She stands in front of the cash register. She sits there waiting with her hands on each side of the register, staring out to the public, never really moving much. Not even her pupils. A customer comes up. Her smile turns on instantly. They tell her their order. She punches in some buttons on the register and tells them the total. They give her cash. She opens the register, makes change, and closes the register as she hands the customer their receipt and change. The next person in line comes up and she does the same. The next person comes. Repeat. When the line finishes she resumes her pose.

Her boss approaches her, speaking with her. She turns to face him. She immediately walks out from behind the counter and walks across the way to a customer whose order she had just finished taking. Now her wash faded neon yellow baggy long shorts and dirty white sneakers and white socks become visible. After speaking with the customer for a moment she walks back across the way again, returning to behind the counter. She tells her boss something, he nods in response and she resumes her normal stance behind the register.

More time passes. Some people order. She kneels in to hear their order better, smiling all the time. They hand her a credit card. She takes it, swipes it, and hands them back a pen, slip of paper and their card. They sign the paper and give her back the pen and paper. She gives them their receipt and then turns around to fix the orders that have been made. She then grabs the recently prepared meal, looks at the slip on the paper and yells out, “Thirty.” Then she places the Styrofoam packed meal on the counter for its owner to pick up. She goes back to her behind the register demeanor. Waiting.

week 1 / dara



Start time 12:30

Location Parkway Plaza shopping center: WalMart

Subject grabs a lone, grey shopping cart at the main entrance of WalMart and walks into the store.

- is a slim, youthful woman with a slender figure and shoulder-length auburn hair streaked with blonde. - wears blue hip-hugger jeans with a curvilinear “X” design on the back pockets and a bright yellow cap-sleeved t-shirt. Slung diagonally across her right shoulder is an unadorned green messenger bag.

Subject Enters, walks immediately toward the escalator at the front of the store, pushes her cart into the “carts only, riders” section of the escalator and steps to her right to ascend to the second floor.

Subject Reaches the top of the escalator and steps off (first with her right foot, then with her left), turns to her left and grabs the shopping cart.

- walks at a quick-stepped pace to the “Oil & Air Filters” section where she scans the top shelves containing various brands of oil.

With her left hand, Subject pulls a black cellular phone out of her front left pocket, punches in seven numbers (data unknown), and brings the phone to her left ear.

Subject moves down the same isle without the shopping cart; She talks into her phone.

Lose subject 1 second

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Subject returns to the “Oil & Air Filters” section and stands directly in front of the empty grey shopping cart. - shifts weight to her left foot. Her left hand holds the cellular phone; She positions her right hand on her right hip. She puts her phone away (front-left pocket) and grabs two jugs of motor oil :

GTX Syntec Blend

5 Qt. 5 Qt.

High Low

Subject places both jugs in the bottom of her cart. She pulls her phone out of her front-left pocket and dials seven numbers (data unknown) while walking to the opposite end of the aisle. She walks back to her cart, reaches in with her left hand, pulls out the Syntec Blend jug and puts it back on the shelf.

(With phone in right hand) Subject pushes the cart 4 aisles down.

- stands at front endcap.

- touches her face, then turns and continues to walk slowly. Her hips sway.

She stops in front of a giant metal cage filled with large bouncey balls:

Basic Ball 2.57

Character Ball 4.97

She puts her phone away (front-left pocket) and reaches between the giant bars. She grabs a pink and blue “basic ball,” drops it into her cart, and rounds a corner of the store.

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Subject walks to “Home Department” and begins looking at pillows.

- Grabs two long, white bed pillows

Subject moves down home accessories aisle Kitchen Towels

Placemats

Chair pads

Table runners

Subject coughs and covers her mouth with her right hand just as she reaches the children’s clothing department.

- looks down at a small rounder of t-shirts.

- clutches the hanger holding a small yellow Sponge Bob Square Pants shirt.

She tilts her head to the side, then scans rounders to her left and right.

She abruptly leaves her cart in the children’s clothing section.

Subject reclaims cart

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Subject relocated while looking at candles and mirrors. Her mouth is slightly ajar. She scans the rows of candles and candle holders, sporadically positioning one, then another hand on her waist.

She paces back and forth.

She crosses her arms over her chest, grabs a red candle with her right hand and pulls it close to her nose to take small sniffs.

She looks down on the bottom shelf at metal candle holder, and, with the red candle still in her right hand, she squats down on the shiny white tiled floor

- picks up a candle holder in her left hand.

- fits the red candle into the holder.

With both hands, she pulls the combined products up to her face and sniffs the candle again. She puts the candle and the selected holder into the top portion of the shopping cart

Subject walks back to the escalator, pushing her cart into the “carts only, riders” section and stepping to her right to descend.

Time: 1:10 PM