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The old Hooters
in Bellevue had a lot of overhead lights. Each
light had hidden inside a quantity of wire, much
of it colorful and joined by equally jolly
wirenuts. When it came time to remodel the
building, the ReStore was there to salvage the oak flooring,
shellacked bartop, stainless sinks, and other
restaurant equipment. Electricians came
separately to remove the lights and left behind
scores of two- and three-tentacled twisted
together bits of wire from 1" - 8" each in
length. The stuff was both pretty and useless,
so I had to save it, thinking someday I would
drill holes in a board and stick the wire in the
holes. Well, that day was today. After dropping
my projector off for a warrantied repair,
I drew dots in a grid on a piece of scrap wood
and then drilled something like 60 holes in it.
Starting in the center, I started
inserting wire bits. As I added more bits
around the middle, I brought the capped end of
each up and under the previous pieces in a kind
of tangled
weave which gave the mass some structural
integrity. At first the wires resembled a family
(pictured here), then quickly propagated into an
overcrowded
planet. Then I drilled a record
spindle-sized hole halfway through the back and
mounted the finished piece on a turntable and filmed it. The
whirling tangle now called to mind a single
human's thought process. |
