puppet show

i'm not sure what i was expecting on the field trip to upenn for my 3d design class (pretty much aka, sculpture/sucker of cash). each time this field trip was mentioned in class and by my peers, it was referred to as "the puppet show."

when i was about four, my mom took me to see "sleeping beauty" somewhere. i don't remember what kind of puppets were used, but i loved the setting and the costumes because they were so bright. i think i was expecting something like that.

i was horribly surprised. overall, i did not like the exhibit. AT ALL. i felt that, in general, it mocked childhood. for the most part, exhibits like this make me worry about the future of art. i'm hoping that soon all this rebelling against classical beauty and this desire to create the most shocking work "with meaning" [EVER. of course] will pass.

the two things that stuck in my mind most from the show were: 1) a gray child's onesie, strung up parallel to the ground with the sharp end of colored pencils sticking out at almost every possible angle; and 2) the video of a claymation- which i had NO desire to see all of- was repulsive... even to me. and i'm about one of the least conservative people ever. this was a rough animation of a robust hooker being followed by naked BOYS- dragging themselves from their third world houses all wide eyed. i refused to watch any further when multiple boys, at once, started to grope the "lady of the night" both under and over her clothes. try as i might, i can't find any decent meaning in this. and i really would like to know a reason for... whatever this is.

towards the end, i found an interview- albeit, borrring- of characters from my childhood [fozzy bear, lambchop, and that blue sesame character- not cookie monster (who i've heard is now "carrot monster").]. nothing interesting or worth remembering happened [except fozzy making bad jokes and lampchop being a smartass- who would have thunk?]. yet, i spent over thirty minutes in this mini room because it was better than the alternatives.

if i had anyone to tell, i would tell them not to waste their time and money with this exhibit- unless they like tasteless "art."

(this is all my opinion and i realize there will probably be MANY people who disagree with me and think i'm pompous. which stinks, cause i'm not.)




on a side note completely unrelated to time/motion: in about the past 100ish hours, i've slept 15. and i'm not even exhausted or tired, i just feel ill (although, i should mention i'm a hypochondriac against my will). the only things i've ingested in the past 30 hours is caffine-filled drinks. i can't wait to go home in 24 hours (look at all those hours. and math. whoa, college is a complex time)... I MISS MY DOG. i miss my non-camping mattress. i miss heating that actually works. i miss home. and the only people i miss are luke (who i completely hate like 45% of the time cause he's a stupid racist all of the sudden) and my sister (who i can't stand 55% of the time cause she's a nark).