The Waiting Man
I installed a life sized sculpture next to a bus stop and left it there for good so it is perpetually waiting for and waving down buses. This might partially fufill my fantasy of hiring somebody to wait in line for me. I don’t know if it’s just me, but sometimes I feel objectified and commodified and rigid when I am waiting in line…like during the time that I’m waiting my consciousness and mind somehow leaves the body to engage in more entertaining projects because waiting in line is just so fucking mindless and boring. I also feel a loss of autonomy and sense of self/uniqueness when I’m wainting in line, the way I want the exact same things as everybody else who are also waiting.