The Angry Egg Project

In thinking about the goals/concept behind this blog, I realized I should include one of my first projects toward those goals. I called it The Angry Egg Project. Simple really - I wrote things I was angry about on eggs (rotten ones, no less) and then smashed them in an abandoned lot. Most of them were related to The Movie (as you can see from some of the descriptions below) because of course, that was the big thing affecting my life at the time. I was depressed to begin with, which led to not sleeping/eating/creating and feeling very harassed and devalued. I don't make art under stress or duress, and I wasn't happy to be pushed around. At the time, I really tried to conceptualize the breaking of the eggs as a way of putting some sort of cap on the anger.

I think in a way it worked, but it was really better as reflection. Eggs are actually aren't all that satisfying to break (unlike plates, plant pots, or any number of other things). And maybe I didn't feel so angry about some of the things any more, but they didn't stop bothering me of course, and I also still felt frustrated that there would be no recognition/resolution.

Here are some of the eggs:




About the captions:

• This Goddamn Movie: self-explanatory. I was so sick of it. I still am. I started hating it then.

• I had to get drunk to meet with my "Mentor": Yep it's true. Well, former mentor. See, after Tricia lashed out at me when I wouldn't agree to hunt down Nick Gorton to interview him for no reason, I was totally irritated and upset. Then in a brilliant passive-aggressive move, she tried to let me go to work when she knew no one would be there to let me in. I then had to go to school and meet her about designing the stupid Women's Studies website. I was still angry, and it promised to be an awkward experience all around, so I decided a little liquid courage might help. It worked out. She tried to derail the conversation several times into shaming me for not having gotten the site done sooner (hello! you're the boss! If your ass is really on the line, you'll make it happen or you'll find someone else, so clearly it was never really that much of a priority) but I blew right by and left the meeting with a plan and schedule. This drunken strategy didn't work so well for me the second time. And later I was pissed that I felt so cornered that I turned to alcohol. Things were not looking up for me at the time.

• All Your Bullshit: Aimed at a number of people trying my patience at the time.

• You, You Asshole: You must be able to guess who "you" was for me. But really, I feel any number of people should be able to look at "You, You Asshole" and "All Your Bullshit" and feel a sense of universality. Come on.

• Anyone Who Ever Hurt Anyone: You are mean.

• Depression: oh, overwhelming dark cloud.