Blah Response To Margaret Dennison's Twitter Post: "How Much Time Did You Spend On This?" And other boring twittles of the brain dead Blog thingy. Once again, I really need to work on writing titles, they become WAY too long, taking up precious blog space.

"how much time did you spend on this?"

     Dear Margaret (Peggy) Dennison (Meg),

(Introduction)= This intro has nothing to do with what Margaret Dennison asked about. I just like really long titles and really long introductions that have nothing to do with the original post.)

     I finally taped together my keyboard with duct tape and gorilla glue, just for I can finally write a proper response to your inquiry. You see, my keyboard was full of dust and I spilled many liquids upon it's surface, it was my anarchist response to social communication with other mammals. To destroy everything around me, to purge it all.  You see, I was quite fed up with human existence, and one of that, being a mammalian based life form. So I decided to give everything up, sell my car, my home, my dog, my wife, , my books, everything.  I then walked to the edge of the ocean and stripped down to the end of my physical belongings. My very clothing on my back. I stood on the beach with the waves crashing upon the shore line, naked and in pure birthing form. And I then dived into the musky sea water. And gave up walking upon the land forever. I kept thinking how being a fish would be better, as long as it's not a mammal based fish, as there is a few of those swimming around the sea, I want to be a sponge, a octopus or coral on a reef, or a shell fish, a mollusk. It would really be great fun to be a Parrot Fish. Those were my favorite fish when my Dad and I used to dive together as a means to try to get close to each other. That was before he became a Republican/CIA Operative. Prior to that, we used to dive in the Bahamas, Jamaica, Belize, Virgin Islands,  Cancun, Cozumel, we both had over 800 official logged dives, then one day he decided to get old way too soon and only read The Wall Street Journal and watch Fox News. Anyways, when we used to sleek the waves together and ride in boats, and travel to exotic places and eat with the locals and dive some of the greatest places on Earth,  I loved the PARROT FISH!! You only hear vibrations under water, but with the cute Parrot Fish, it seems that you can actually hear them. They survive by eating the DEAD corral on the reef. They also are not shy or easily startled by divers. You can get quite close to them and watch them literally chow down on the reef. You can 'hear' them biting with every CHOMP with their big funny looking mouths and teeth. They then poop the reef that they eat back out onto the reef, for the reef can reuse it to make new reef. I love that. I really love to think I could be an animal that recycles what it eats back into life or origins of. That's pretty neat.

      So now that I have wasted a good amount of time on my introduction, (it makes the body of writing look longer and more important than it really its. I will address Mrs. Dennison's question. (Margaret)

"how much time did you spend on this?"

     The question in play is pertaining to my photo's of my art installation piece that is considered known as 'Untitled.' It was originally posted on Twitter, as a Impulse-Buying Advertisement Propaganda Campaign for BRYAN RAY. I posted the photos on the blog for reader's who are unaware of what I am speaking about. Then Margaret, an old friend asked, "how much time did you spend on this?"

     That is a hard question to ask. Because it's more than one sided. In one breath I can tell you, it didn't take much time to do. The execution that is. But in another breath, I can tell you, a master piece could take a lifetime.  Putting the elements together were simple enough. But I spent A LOT of time uninstalling all the electrical plugs in my old-old house. I had to shut the breakers off at the electrical panel one room at a time, then uninstall all the plugs in each room, and put electrical safety caps on the exposed wires, so no one would get shocked when I turned the power back on, since I needed to see to take the pictures with Bryan Ray's book with the collected electrical plugs.

      Here I am getting all technical with all this, let me try to make a analogy. If a CHEF in a restaurant is asked too make a daily 'special' on the menu, he has to think and execute this daily, his time is not so much spent on how long it takes to make a daily dish, but with how he uses the ingredients locally around him and how he collects them, the execution is already long done been thought out, we CHEFS, already know what we want to execute. We wake up from a dream, or turn our heads and have a EPIPHANY. At that moment of GRACE the dish IS MADE. The rest of the chore is gathering the materials and ingredients to execute that dish. So to answer your question.

It took me milliseconds to think of this. It took me minutes to gather the clothes hangers, the CO2 canisters (I make my own soda, so I grabbed them from the cabinet), and the electrical plugs ( I work in construction, I had a huge pack left over from a job) I literally threw them onto my bed and moved them around quickly with my fingers until I thought it looked good, then used my computer phone to take pics and used a few extra lights to get rid of shadows or add them. Total time to create and photo: 15 minutes.  Time to think of something cool to do with Bryan Ray's book and give him senseless advertising: 49,387 seconds.