On Monday afternoon I had a critique for Sculpture II. My sculpture involved bocce balls with ginger root attached to them and was located on the field next to the CFA. Ten minutes into our critique, while my class was discussing a piece across the field, I noticed two random guys, one of whom picked up and threw one of the balls. I left the critique to yell across the field to them to please get away from the balls. When I went over ten minutes later, I saw that they had destroyed my entire project, ripping apart almost every piece that had been glued together. The two randoms were conveniently gone.
The point of the project is not important; what is key here is that only two assumptions could have been made by anyone approaching the piece: 1) large roots were somehow, miraculously, growing out of bocce balls 2) a person had purposefully made and placed them where they were. I don’t know what either of these two guys were thinking, but their instinct was to destroy what was in front of them. Whether their actions were malicious or just plain stupid, the hours of work I had put into the project were immediately erased.
There’s a simple life lesson to be learned here: don’t destroy shit that isn’t yours. It’s not a very hard concept to understand or to put into practice.
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