In the summer of 1998 I found myself working as an
artisan on the Atlantis Resort in the Bahamas. It
was a contract gig that a good friend hooked me up
with because I was a sculptor with an extensive
background in construction, concrete and swimming
pool fabrication. I was already one year into graduate
school, broke for cash and unsure whether I wanted
to continue with my direction of studies. The job
assigned to me was to create 'The Lost City of
Atlantis'. Now I know that on a theoretical and
sociological level the creation of a man made
mystery is a thesis unto itself, like that expressed
by Baudrillard's critique of Disneyland. But for me
at the time, young and naive it felt like a grand,
majestic task, solemn-sounding, evoking an image of
the surge and hiss of huge waves breaking over
submerged rocks, to spend themselves in white ocean
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While in the
Caribbean I often found my way to the many famous
Straw Markets. A huge, mostly open air place, packed
to the brim with little stalls selling all manner of
souvenirs and crafts, T-shirts, masks, tiki statues,
jewelry and seashells; all authentically crafted
with a label 'MADE IN CHINA'. Ironically, 12 years
later I find myself staring at like, if not the
exact same plastic tourist trinkets being sold in
similar out door markets and local tourist ABC shops
here in Hawai'i. There is something really funny,
sad and even satirical about finding plastic tiki
statue cigarette lighters organized and stacked
along with boxes of Kraft Dinners. As a resident of
the Island State I find myself swimming in a fiction
of paradise. |
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