Somewhat heart-pained by the needless and superstitious discrimination against megaprims and also Sidewinder’s earlier comment about mega creator’s to be terminated by tomorrow… and then WarKirby’s warcry in AWG (or was it Adv Scripters)… I finally got about to grabbing the Nicholez viewer to… spawn megaprims!
I think I was inspired by Eshi Otawara’s vision of “performance art,” although it really wasn’t clear to me what I was doing the whole time of the event… until much later. At the end of it, the right words to call this event just spontaneously arose: once-in-a-sLifetime interactive temporal performance art.
So getting back to the multiple levels of inter-related allusions. Megaprims (aka mega’s)’s are discriminated against, and thus their lifetimes are limited — temporal like live theatre… susceptible to deletion through not time’s scythe but that of politics and misunderstanding. Poor mega’s! Poor, poor mega’s…
Performance art is about creating visual art, one part of which is both created and dies in the process of performance, and the other part survives. In this case, the artform is interactive. Visitors can drop by and request which mega to spawn. Atlas would spawn and place the prim somewhere… and after the first series of plywood prims, the usage of coloring started to become necessary to distinguish between where one prim ends and the other begins. After a while, the colors became a whole entire array covering more or less a sim — Primtings Museum. It became living modern art as more and more visitors swelled in a differential equation equal to a constant 50 for the duration of over two hours… and even after Atlas and the sim crashed and didn’t get back on until an hour later at like 1 am … people continued to come in.
The people are told to spread the mega’s, spread, spread, spread. They are the sole witness of this event. They are the only people who can bring this event’s memory onwards — as well as the mega’s generated… although
The mega’s are packed in a 2×2x13.5 “totem” on Primtings Campus.
Anyway though, In this case, Atlas’ last-minute idea to turn this collective community’s striving to spread mega’s into an artform is, perhaps, her last opus before her account is banned (RIP Gene Replacement, bless his soul. RIP Charles Fauna, bless his soul). Her performance, like the megaprims, is temporal… ephemeral… and her account far likely gone by the time you finish reading this. Fin. (RIP Ina Atlas, bless her soul.)
