I love naming things. This is reason number 429 why I shouldn’t have kids. You see, I really like the name “Joaquin”. My husband doesn’t. So then I ask, “Ok what about Runneen, or maybe Swimmeen?” Eye roll and sigh. See? That poor kid would be bullied senseless, all because his mother thought it would be funny to name him Swimmeen Silver Speedo Richards. When I start up a new video game and it’s time to create a new character, I always spend a lot of time tweaking appearance and pouring over the ever-important name. This is a glorious moment. Love that shit. Oh and the cats? (AKA The Kets.) I spent two tireless and obsessive weeks researching name ideas.
Of course, this simply doesn’t replace the experience of being there. If you’re in the gallery, you’ve signed your life away to the artist, eaten a questionable cookie, you’re being monitored by security cams, security guards, and a person in some creepy command center who keeps blurting out their interpretation of your facial expression. In the end, everyone agreed that it was a fun and secure experience, except those who were made physically ill when they realized how reckless they’ve been with their information. Enjoy!
Show is done. Press is out. Click here for the Eutopia article. Click here for the Texas Arts and Culture article. Documentation done. Now is the time that my body should be shutting down and coming down with the consumption. If you didn’t catch the show, you can watch the video I made about it. Click here to go to the Privacy World Mini Documentary. I’m also anticipating that some amazing forward thinking individual (hint hint – that means you) will insist that my show travel to your space for an encore showing. I prefer European galleries, but I’ll settle for New York. So much depends On your right to privacy Test your knowledge