It seems Arthole was on a creative hangover in June after being bestowed with the honor of being in the IMA show, On Procession. We took some time to regroup so we could get it together for the next spanking. That project took shape under Symbiotic's curated parking lot show on Main Street in the final friday event July called Baby You Can Drive My Car. We decided to do what we do best and make some clever moveable art space, aptly titled "The Brown Gallery", with the curators running around in sanitation suits with plungers and accouterments. It was officially christened as an outhouse by a neighborhood girl who had to answer nature's call. After all, we had provided the toilet seat and fake feces for inspiration. It was the least we could do after Kenton chased her around with the fake poop and made her cry.
The first show in the Brown Gallery was interactive bathroom graffiti provided by all the brave visitors that visited the gallery and was given a marker to go to town. The Brown Gallery will be an ever evolving gallery with changing shows and could pop up at any location at any moment. If you know of a good location for the Brown Gallery to make an appearance, email us at: theeartpirates@gmail.com or at hole.art@gmail.com.
Our next project was our re-entry into the world of robots for the Marathon Automaton II : Gropebot Strokes Back. We were officially selected to the Art Parade sponsored by Deitch projects in New York City and created new robotic costumes to melt people's faces off for the September 6th date along the Broadway route. However, Hurricane Hanna intervened and made our plans officially go off course by the cancelation of the Art Parade due to severe weather. Not to be deterred from our time to act ridiculously mechanical we set off to Chicago to be unofficial entries into the General von Steuben Day Parade.
However, the only thing that is predictable about Arthole is that we rarely have a clear cut plan and things naturally evolve from the original idea. Thus, we ended up throwing on our costumes and created our own parade from Broadway and Diversey to Belmont and circled back down the next street east of us on saturday afternoon. We met many a curious people, posed for pictures, got told we looked stupid by an old lady with a cart, asked if we had cocaine by an older gent, got told the future looked bleak if robots were made out of cardboard and duct tape, and generally entertained ourselves as well as others.
The children we met were our best audience, but Kenty-Cakes scared one cute little boy with glasses saying that Bullybot smashed glasses. The little boy, then told him he was a bad robot and hid behind his mother. He didn't want to pose with us for his mother's picture until Superbot explained there is good bots and bad bots and then gave him a high five. Nerdbot impressed everyone in Boy's Town with his creepy, "What's your name?" Gropebot got many candid pictures with his Gropecam and luckily wasn't arrested for exposing his junk. Finally, we reached the end of our robot journey and made some new friends with some girls from Second City.
The pictures and video documenting this as well as tales of the adventure will be forthcoming.
**The Brown Gallery pictures were taken by Rebecca Nebert and the robot drawings are by Kenton Brett.**
Rear Admiral Becksby.
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