I found a
sculpture this weekend that scared the shit out of me. I walked by a large
phallic object (it really did look like a huge
penis - i'm not exaggerating) that towered over four small
speakers coming out of the ground in a local
park. As I passed under the giant
phallus, the speakers emitted a
watery,
psychadellic noise that stopped when I was
out of range. I went back. Again, the noise erupted around me, tracking my
movement. I stopped dead under the sculpture. No more noise. I waved my arms back and forth. A quick
swooshing noise burst from the speakers after each stroke. I spun in circles and listened to the thunping
helicopter noises from all around me. It was
wonderful! My every movement was being transformed into sound. All I had to do was
dance to create something
beautiful around me. It was like hearing your own forgotten thoughts, transformed into something
solid but
fluid at the same time.
I stayed there for a good half hour, playing and dancing with all my might. The light from the moon was just enough to catch my steps and turn them into sight as well as sound. I stopped when a cute british man passed and asked if he could "bum a fag." At first I was perturbed that my discovery had been interrupted, but when he claimed that the clove cigarette I gave him tasted like "his mum's chicken" I couldn't help bursting into giggles. I showed him the crazy sculpture, but he only seemed impressed by the rather striking resemblance it bore to a penis. Oh well, to each is own.