What Do You Have to Lose?

Chapter 1

Burlington, VT 2007

 

 

‘What Do You Have To Lose?’ evolved to fit a space. A corrugated community alley. Surrounded by music, combat paper, and deep-frying books, the collaged narrative canvas was unveiled at Burlington, Vermont’s annual Art Hop in 2007. The 5’ x 25’ canvas was part of an Art Hop installation the year prior, in which participants were invited to give, rather than lose, by contributing collagable items to a 30’ canvas strung with clothing line. The thesis was, and remains, that we can only lose that which we are unable to give.

After the 2006 Art Hop, the canvas was rolled up for the year, and placed in a basement next to stacks of newspapers and magazines. An invitation to contribute a year later initiated its revisiting, but a studio five feet too short cut the canvas into two, resulting in the current WDYHTL and ‘Fear’ canvases. After covering the canvases with collaged theses, the question,‘What Do You Have To Lose?’, and answer,‘Fear’, was presented at the Green Door Studio for open discussion.

Throughout the two days of the 2007 Art Hop, the canvas remained installed outside, exposed to wind, rain, Sharpies, spray paint, acrylics, and crayons. Wallet photos and news clippings were adhered. Rainbows appeared next to words of resistance, multiple peace signs. People were invited to play.

The visual storyboard initially produced is now all but illegible, given a new voice by the interpretations of its countless participants. In losing its plot the story gained a motive – collaboration, conversation, and beauty. Growth.

 

 

Video from Art Hop, Burlington, VT - September 2007

 

 

 

 

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the successful failure

she intends to tell a story.
the captivating nostalgia of history,
familiar front-page characters.
crepuscule context of what’s about to come.

there is a question: what do you have to lose?

finding an answer seems essentially beside the point
but an answer feels solid;
convicted in the conversation,
she is glad of its security.

answer upon answer floods question unexpected.
her voice wanes
beneath the din.

she begins to listen.
closed eyes and minds open to
denial, cacophonic adrenaline
wide-eyed climax.

she intended to tell a story,
but she forgot that stories tell themselves.

her story, a deep-fried book,
vacuumed sealed for posterity,
forever mute.

 

 

What Do You Have To Lose?