A Stitch in Haste

"We are all in the center of a web, that pushes and pulls us, that is multi-faceted to it's [sic, damn it, sic!] surrounding connections, that may speed us up or slow us down, and that usually directs or redirects our path; which is what the web installations do to anyone that just happens to be there at the right time."
--Professional Idiot Artist Jasmine Zimmerman

You have got to be kidding:



This is not art -- it's kindergarten claptrap at best and dangerous vandalism at worst.



More:

If they are not looking at what lies ahead, they may just run into them and get caught in the web. ... I am altering the space and time that one may take for granted or view as predictable.

And what right do you have to "alter the space and time that one may take for granted or view as predictable" in a public space with unwitting and unwilling people? Since when is coercion "art"? Since when are booby traps "art"?

Do your "art" on your own time and your own property, you miserable bitch. Leave me out of it.

Here's a radical idea for you, Ms. Zimmerman: Rent some space in a gallery, set up your asinine rubber band crap there and sell tickets. You know, the way real artists do it?

Oh, no one would show up? They need to be forced, while merely trying to mind their own business, to "experience" your work? On public property and in a way that hassles, inconveniences and even batters them "redirects their paths"?

Go figure.

Meanwhile, what if I suddenly decide to become an "artist" who expresses his creative impulses with a pair of scissors cutting rubber band displays that "just happen to be there at the right time?" Am I entitled to do so? How's that for "altering the space and time that you may take for granted"?

Finally, please let her not have received any taxpayer-funded grants for this obnoxious garbage.

And people wonder why I'm suffering from a Gradual Descent into Sociopathy™.

(Via Gothamist.)