I’m gonna be on the fourth plinth in Traflagar Square as part of Antony Gormley’s One & Other project. Exciting times. Specifically, for an hour, on the night of Friday 31st July, at midnight, when I expect there’ll be many a drunk passer-by.
I figured the whole point was to stand there looking vaguely noble and statue-like but when I told my girlfriend about my participation her first question was “What are you going to do up there?”
“Not much,” I thought, only to discover the One & Other site posed me exactly the same question when I went to confirm my participation. Bugger. Still it seems like a good opportunity to do something jolly, even if the majority of participants so far have thankfully opted for the “stand about” option, lowering the bar for everyone else. On the livecam (good ambient viewing, if only you could turn the sound off) I’ve seen a guy with a proper camera and tripod, someone called up Radio 5 Live from up there, and I saw someone else on Twitter passing out the mobile number of some participant. In the newspaper I read that someone is going up there dressed as a poo. Nice work.
Lazyweb crowdsourcing suggests the following:
- reading something out (in an hour you can read 7,500 - 9,000 words, so would need to find a good piece, although one could do a setlist of shorter things)
- embroider a sampler (I don’t really know what that means)
- a pro-smoking protest (as a counter-protest to this sanctimonious fuckwit, I’m not sure how enthusiastic I can be but perhaps “having a cigarette or two” will do)
- pilates
- “tasteful nudity… perhaps with an amusing cactus” (sounds like a recipe for a spiky accident)
- plinth tennis / plinth twister
So “naked stretching while reading poetry with a cig hanging out the corner of my mouth” is perhaps the order of the day. I will continue to muse on this, as it seems like what with the live stream, my phone (Twitter! Internet! Interactivity!) plus anything else I want (megaphone! signs! guitar! tiny horse!) I could do something cool. Run some kind of game? Or maybe I’ll just eBay my slot and someone can pay me to do whatever they want for an hour, then excuse it as a commentry on the tension between commercialism and art.
Or you can leave your idea below :-)
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