At Open Everything, at the end, after we wrapped everything up… there was this discussion of art. It went like this:
Mr. J: But what is art?
Mr. P: I could poop on the floor and call it art!
Mr. A: …And I could remix it!
Mr. G: …And I could mash it up!
I’m pretty sure at the point the conversation ended. In laughter…
(The names have been changed to protect us… er, the people involved. Also, I wasn’t exactly sure who said what.)
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And, I’m pretty sure there was discussion of whether poop was a derivative art, or if there is some intellectual property concerns on the part of the kernels of corn that make up a portion of the poop itself.
Or maybe I had the good taste not to go there.