A Performance Piece?
Last year as I started the counting process, I actually thought I would finish counting during the Christmas holidays. Didn't happen. I did start however. See Part One here.
And, with the amount of work involved in counting all the stuff, I slowly began to realize that there was going to be a lot more time and energy involved in gathering information for this piece than actually making the piece, and significantly so. Does this qualify as a performance piece? Well, maybe if you could see the performance? And, no, I didn't take any videos. It wasn't pretty. In fact it was messy.
|a glimpse into a dresser drawer in my bedroom|
So, I set about to make some helpful counting strategies, and I accepted that my count would never be accurate or even possibly valid. It's because of the flow. The flow of objects coming in and out would make it impossible to know at any given time exactly how many objects I had. Unless I hired that massive team of robots, which I didn't not have funding for.... I would have to accept that my NUMBER would be, or could be, close to the truth, but never perfect.
This was also a liberating thought, because it means that I can make some helpful guidelines or rules for the counting. And though some of my rules might seem arbitrary, and well, maybe they are, it doesn't really matter. They needed to serve me and my purpose for doing this. You may even disagree with my rules, which is okay for me.
After writing on a post-it note, I would stick it to a vertical surface in that room, typically a window or glass door, because it stuck so well there. If I found another pair of shoes, I could put a tally mark on the previous post-it that had shoes on it. In this way I would work across a room, and know what had counted and what had not been counted yet.
Unfortunately, this got increasingly cumbersome. Who would of thought? As I progressed through a room, the number of post-its was growing to a very large number. It was hard to find the post-it that had "shoes" on it. Or "pencils". Apparently there are pencils in every room and every draw and under every piece of furniture in my house. I don't know why. Maybe it's the cats?