Regrets….
…I’ve got a few, the most recent of which is being forwarded this local message board posting found by Hot Tipper Jake:
I am looking for a select few highly motivated individuals with a strong desire to explore new horizons in the wonderous world of ART!!! Ask yourself this: AM I WILLING TO STRETCH THE LIMITS OF CONTEMPORARY PERFORMANCE ART? Well are you? AM I READY TO EXPERIENCE BEING LOOKED AT AS DIFFERENT AND OR AN OUTCAST OF SOCIETY? Well, ARE YOU? AM I READY, TO BE NOT PAID TO DO STUFF SO UNAPPEALING AND DISGUSTING THAT ALOT OF PEOPLE DONT WANNA DO IT AND WOULDNT EVEN FOR LOTSA MONEY ? ARE YOU REALLY ? WELL ARE YOU? REALLY?? OK, I beleive you. Last but not least I need you to look yourself in the soul and ask: SOUL, AM I WILLING, TO MAKE DOG POOP STATUES, MOLDS AND OTHER FREE FORM POO-ART, STRIP NAKED AND SLATHER MY NAKED SELF IN FECES AND MARCH INTO THE CITY CENTER TOWING BEHIND A DUNG FLOAT DECORATED WITH MY NEW ART WORKS ?If have the courage to do the “doo doo walk” you will be showing all these earthlings that you can take a stand against poluters and jesus freaks and still save the world and help all these poor disabled kids. Do not delay contact me right away.
I had a classmate in high school who did an art project where he went around putting whip cream and maraschino cherries on top of dog poop. He took polaroids of the 'pieces' and exhibited them with the title Parfait. He said after he took all the pictures he went back around his neighborhood and found that, without exception, each and every one of those whip cream and cherry bedecked turds had disappeared.