bottles

for my latest, site specific, concrete culture assignment, i ended up going back to the alley and bringing every liquor bottle back home with me to fill with concrete and return. i had been getting so bogged down with options and motives, that working with something that was already there felt like the right move. i'm not sure if this was how it was interpreted in the critique, but i was going for making a gesture. something open ended, that had plenty of meaning, but wasn't overly political. you could look at the bottles (from the comfort of your home) and think of the replacement of liquid with concrete as reflective of the burden alcohol becomes on individuals and, in this case, a community. or you could look at the bottles (as you piss in the corner next to them) and wonder how they got there and if the same thing will happen to the syringes soon. i like that i've made something that will have such an unpredictable life. and after class today, i think it's a project i want to dwell on a little more before moving on. maybe i'll walk back in a week, assess the situation, and grab another round of bottles.