Art and Science

I told Deb that “we were in for a weird day.”

She had agreed to join me at a performance art event followed by a “sensorial experience.”

Artist Oliver Herring was invited to the college campus where I work to put on his performance art event called “Areas for Action.” He spent five days on campus, creating a different art event each day. He invites the public to participate in these events by being models and helping to create scenes, which he then photographs and films.

I chose to participate in the final event, which was a Foil Ball. One volunteer with a lot of stamina sat in a chair for hours as people came in and added foil creations to her and around her.










When we arrived, a group of teenagers who had wandered in were hard at work creating the state of Idaho out of foil because that was where they were visiting from. A young girl was sitting on the ground in a foil boat that her mother was creating around her. The mother and her other child, an infant, hopped in at some point and a scene was built around them too.

Deb and I got to work, adding pieces to the main volunteer sitting in the chair. We became models ourselves when my colleague walked over with a roll of foil in hand and started creating a scene around us. He gave me what looked like a shepherd’s hook, so I declared myself a shepherdess. Deb became a soldier.










It was a fun and creative few hours. As we left, they were setting up for a closing reception soiree. Regretfully, we had to head across the river for an appointment at Le Laboratoire Cambridge. We were trying the Lab’s “sensorial experience.”








Upon arrival, a docent led us through the current exhibit, which consisted mainly of videos highlighting a few bodies of work by a group of British contemporary artists known as Random International. I was most impressed by its Rain Room, which is an installation of pouring rain that one can walk through without getting wet, due to sensors and other scientific stuff.








We were then directed to a room where we would have our sensorial experience. The experience is the brainchild of Harvard professor David Edward, who enjoys creating culinary experiments. First, we inhaled some scents through a glass tube. The scents started out as liquids that were then put through a special diffuser that changed them to inhalable clouds. (!)

I realized that I do not have a great sense of smell during the next experience, the oPhone. An iPad was connected to a little machine that pushed out different scents, which you chose on the iPad. Everything smelled the same to me. The idea is, that in the future, you could send a photo of a field of flowers to a friend on your phone, and the friend could “smell” the flowers at the same time. Whaaaaa…

Before Deb and I moved on to the next station, we were handed a lethal cocktail, a lime gimlet. We were told that the lime had been centrifuged. I don’t know if that is the reason behind it tasting a lot stronger than a regular gimlet or if we are just lightweights. But we were feeling pretty good pretty quickly.

Next, we inhaled some different powders that were supposed to give us bursts of chocolate, nutrition, or energy. I tried the chocolate, which was pretty good. But if given the choice, I would still welcome the extra calories of a real chocolate bar…

The grand finale, and my favorite part, was a Wikicells tasting. Wikicells are small balls of ice cream in edible packaging. All of the ice cream balls were composed of the same base of coconut milk, but they were encased with different flavors of “packaging,” which had the consistency of hard gel. If I recall correctly, we tried blueberry, chocolate, and caramel. I like this idea of edible packaging for environmental reasons.

Lethal gimlet and container that held the Wikicells
Lethal gimlet and container that held the Wikicells









It was an inspiring day that made me feel lucky to live in a place where I’m surrounded by seemingly limitless creativity and innovation.

Up next, keeping with the weirdness theme: I report on my first past-life regression session…

The Art of the Donut

I love donuts in theory but not necessarily in practice. I don’t really eat them that often. I’m more of a bagel or egg sandwich person.

I grew up on Wegmans donuts, and my favorite will forever be the white cream donut.

Not Boston cream/creme/kreme. Not custard cream.

White cream. Aka white frosting.

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Donuts have been getting interesting in the past few years, though. Independent donut shops have popped up, selling flavors such as blackberry lime basil frosted (I tried this in Portland, Oregon). Once I tried the potato donuts at the Holy Donut in Portland, Maine, I made the shop a regular stop during my visits.

But I hadn’t really gotten into the Boston donut scene. So when I visited a friend who lives near Union Square Donuts, I had to buy some donuts. We literally had just finished eating breakfast, so I wasn’t hungry. Therefore I opted to try the donut holes, so I could have a few “bites” throughout the rest of the day.

Unfortunately I deleted the photo of them by accident, but they look like like regular glazed donut holes. But they happen to melt in your mouth. Bites of sugary, doughy perfection.

A few weeks after my visit, I found out that the shop is opening a branch a five-minute walk from my apartment. I foresee a change in my breakfast eating habits…

The Wild Bunch

I don’t think I grasped the true meaning of the phrase “Wild West” until I saw the film The Wild Bunch a few weeks ago.

This film holds the 80th place on AFI’s top 100 list. AFI also deemed it the sixth-best Western of all time.

When a slew of innocent bystanders were riddled with bullets within the first 10 minutes of the film, I knew it was going to be a violent ride. The Wild Bunch is a group of outlaws, some of them retirement age, who are ready to retire after one last robbery in Texas. Unfortunately they’re duped and they head to Mexico for refuge. They make a deal with a corrupt Mexican general to steal a shipment of U.S. guns for him in exchange for money. To make a long story short, it doesn’t end well at all.

I would bet money that Quentin Tarantino was inspired by this film…

The Wild Bunch
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