Frustration

Ay ay ay I don't know what to do with my Pun Intended project, the $6,000,000 thing. I don't know what the hell I'd do if given $6,000,000 to do... All I can think of at the moment is making a video piece where I melt a butterscotch flavored lollipop in the microwave and hope it turns into butterscotch. (I've tried this once before in my childhood. All it left me with was a hot lollipop, as you might imagine.)

I made the bold move in class today to have my proposal discussed in front of everyone. One person told me that my idea seemed like a business invesment instead of an art piece. But who the fuck would seriously want to create a restaurant where customers are punished for talking? (Especially in economically tough times like these?) Well, I would, but not unless there was some sort of artful purpose, which I've yet to explain in more vivid detail. I guess it stems from wondering what drives people to go out to eat other than food or a type of food.

We have studio time next week and I have no idea what sort of maquette or whatever I'm supposed to make.

Back to the drawing board. Fuck, this totally goes against the "Cult of Done" Dunda was so fervently explaining in class.

Right now I'm pretty much depending on seeing some homeless man on stilts riding a unicycle on the train track and then coming up with an inane string of thoughts that will lead me to an epiphany.

Rant: done.

UPDATE: I don't mean to offend anyone in this post. I was just in a terrible rut and I deeeeeeply apologize for having pissed anyone off. I'm willing to pay the 7 bucks for an Eiffel Tower at Margie's as a peace offering.