ilovemikehunt

after smoking a joint on the sidewalk right outside, i vandalized (yeh right, i wish i'd had a can of paint) an exhibit at the mca today.
well, the piece was this sheet sitting in the corner and a photograph of the sheet next to the nameplate... the last time i went there, a few months ago, the sheet and the picture were identical, but today, the sheet aften having sat there for fucking ever, had settled in a way that didn't look precisely the same as the picture. i was irritated that it was still there...
when i realized that the guard wasn't on his stool right next to the exhibit, i got this strong urge to fuck it up. a couple seconds of moral struggle went by before i looked up to see the guard walking in my direction. his "fear no art" shirt motivated my impulses while i watched him walk past me, through the doorway and into the next room to talk to another guard... after a couple seconds of basquing in my excitement, i heard him walking back, and i knew that if i were going to do something, it had to happen fast.
ahhh... i walked up to the fucking sheet and kicked it, causing its form to change almost completely.
i thought i heard him behind me... but that just made it that much more fun; the adrenaline rush was great.
i don't know if he saw me do it, don't really care. i was honestly prepared for them to try to arrest me or something. i kind of wanted them to challenge me.
do these "art-fucks" really think that i should suppress and be scared of my artistic impulses?
i'd hope not... spreading that message, they'd have bare walls.