I was at Cafe Mundi, meeting a friend for poetry (as opposed to coffee - who says you can't live off poems?) and I went up to Doug and asked him for a word.
"Just a minute, I'm thinking." he insisted as he turned and ordered his beer.
When he was ready, he wrote "inquisitive" on my arm. He said it was the first word that came to mind.
Over the course of 100 days, beginning on May 16, 2007 (the new moon) I asked people to select words at random to write on my body.
I'm interested in examining the questions of what constitutes the intimate, how language transforms itself from a random act into an intentional one, how strangers can create connection through art and how my body can act as a site for language and dialogue. I photographed (using Polaroid film and cellular camera) each of the words and posting them in chronological order.
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