Embracing Random at the Watering Hole

Friday, April 23 2021

Participants:

Ayen Kuol
Linda Anderson
Chukuwemeka Ikebude
Roger Malina
Chandra

With a rescheduling of our guest speaker and a ‘vacant’ Watering Hole session coming up; the ArtSci Lab Watering Hole decided to take the turn of ‘chance’ into their own hands and what better way to do that than to embrace chance.

It was Linda Anderson who started by introducing the concept of using ‘chance’ in creation of Art .

We proceeded with our own collective experiment of creating a chance art piece with words as our medium. For ten uninterrupted minutes, the four participants of the watering Hole that day took turns to spit out lines of verse off the top of their heads to create a Random Poetic Piece.

Our conversation found itself at the chance or ‘un’-chance of the creation of the universe, the illusion of knowledge held by humans and the necessity of balance between chance and control, in creativity.

A Poem of Chance
By the April 23rd Participants of the Watering Hole

Linda : Random art is fun
Ayen: The scent from an old bottle lingers in the air
Emeka: That sounds pretty much like the color of the rusting Gold
Roger: *muted*
Chandra: Let’s all go to Armenia
L: The sky walked around the park
A: In swish and snow in rain and mold
E: And it all sounds pretty much like the color of rusting Gold
R: *breaking up*
L: Today Friday, it rained cats and dogs and all the drainage ditches filled up.
A: Like cascades of sun down a pinhole , a gaussian curve is formed ever consistently
E: Silence especially from Roger and Chandra is the depth of knowledge
R: Should we give plants the chance to vote
C: All I can smell are spores
L: And I have a leak in my ceiling now which will turn into mold and spores
A: They bring life to earth, they give trees a vote, they make the color of rusting gold smell like the color of dust and old.
E: The Color of rusting gold is already taken, you can’t find it on Go Daddy.
R: Go daddy, I’m No body’s daddy. I’m now their friend.
C: Unfurl the mommy
L: Ok mum so whats for dinner’
A: When time goes by chance is all you have
R: Chandra, chsandra chancedra
E: I think it’s my turn; and it’s my turn to ask a question .Did you say roger, thst you are not a father; I know three of your offsprings
R; But They have now become my friends, and they are no longer my children.
L: Ohh that’S a difficult situation
R: No it’s wonderful- They give me advice.
R:Which my kids never did
L: Oh I do, yeah mum do this .
R: Why is none of us wearing blue today.
C: The sky is blue I can’t see a setting sun.
A: What were moments in your life that were turning points of chance?
R: *Gurgly sound effect* that’s what you sounded like
E: Whats your full name again that’s an example of chance you might wana take note of that.
R:And put it in your thesis
E: Because no one expected that act
R: This is getting painful- can we pull the plug off the tooth
A: No we cannot, we must go on until the end
L: Chance is in the thesis as well as other elements.
R; Lithium
C: Californian
E; Chance is me being visited by death last night; and he spared me because I did not have corona virus
C: Californian witchcraft can give you a headache
R: I have a headache in Texas.
A: the streams are flowing down the meadow: I see flowers blooming I see faces smile
L: The highway strip down cambpell has wild flowers of red and blue now
R: Just before you get to Coit street interrupt us
E: I see colors too but I don’t see purple red and blue ; I only see only browns filled with wheels from the end of whips and I also see ashes,.. grey matters, Ashes ..ashes.. Ashes’
A:When all burns to the ground can you say chance saved your life? Are you here or are you there/ Do old man’s hats with flowers tucked on top take you down through memory lanes? A dance of life
R: Bonjour Madame , Voulez vous la vie en rose ou la vie en blanc ou la vie un peau? La vie un rose biensue
A: iN Foreign lands where pale man walks. In sunkissed earth and melanin roses ‘
E: unogwe jigors ya pi -e
L: I think Roger Just parked
A: Maji yakimwagika hayazoleki: Watota watafurahi siku j=hii
L: I don’t know what he is doing . He is beating something with his brush
A: porcupine spikes.
L: Yes
A: Manmade creatures in synthetic lands.. Metal boxes that take men out in speeds beyond imagination in flights through ground
R: We need to write the equation A+B/C = N+O*T
E: That is the problem with white men, they think they have the power to define how the world exists they have take claimed to everything that moves the world – they want to write the equation and they want to attain their name to everything that has ever existed on this planet/
L: Maybe we should go back further in time
R: From the beginning the first word was chance wasn’t it ?
E: There was no white man in the beginning, so how could anybody have known
R; We are not descended from monkeys, we are descended from plants and trees
E: We are not descended from anything- that’s against the laws of nature
R : Ahh we are ascended not descended. We are ascended from the plants
L: Somebody beteween a neadathrals and homosapiens
A; In the beginning we started by chance 10 mins late we find ourselves in chance. What was not meant to be .
C: Im thinking about DNA.