So after we collaboratively made some toast yesterday, I left the golden brown slice hanging freely in the middle of the studio. Only a day later, said toast has been irreverently tampered with by my fellow classmates.
Matt House, who has been working with clicky-pens recently, put a pen through the toast:
In a separate incident, Ben Weetman then put butter on one side:
And a cat on the other:
As toast always falls butter-side-down, and cats always land on their feet, the toast remains suspended in mid-air in a state of proverbial paradox – theoretically, I could cut the string and it would not fall.
“Bloody Goldsmiths students” I hear you say.
Damn fucking right.