Man With Empire State Building vs. MOMA Coat Check

Bedford Ave.

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Update on Man with The Empire State Building

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Man with The Empire State Building by Hope Cartelli

These are the photos and video, I am taking as I am doing my The Man with the Empire State Building Performance. I will not Photography Myself unless I see a reflections of myself.
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My Feet Hurt....

Man with the Empire State Building

Man With The Empire State Building or, The Experimental Everyman Empire Project

May 27th to June 2nd, 2010

A Open Call to My Friends, and The World


I invite you to take part in an experiment.

For the course of seven days, starting with my 38th birthday, I will spend the better part of the day, the majority of my waking life exploring the five boroughs of the city that has been my home for the last ten years, traveling only as a pedestrian or with public transport . The whole while I will be slightly burdened with the Empire State Building. Actually an oversized incomplete poorly-constructed scale paperboard model of the Empire State Building.

I need you and only you to:

1. get the word out ...

2. if you see me take a photo and upload it.

3. Make sure you label it

"The Man With the Empire State Building"
Man walks around with piece of trash does anyone give two turds?

You are reading this because you are someone I respect, someone I have meet in person, someone who, I know actual cares about me and my happiness.

I would like your creative input and assistance with this experiment, I want to see if I live in the actual world I think I live in. One in which my nervous system has been extended out into the greater world, beyond my body via media.

In other words, I want you to take my picture, while I am carring the Empire State building.

If you do not know me personally then you are reading this because someone who knows me forwarded this to you. Your creativity and efforts are being called upon.

I need you to read this text, the rest is up to you. To generate photographs of myself with the Empire State Building.

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I can be contacted above and now so below...

The Story

Sitting at the new wine bar in "Our Community," called Bodega. Just talking with Jason about what our future partnership will be like and all, and there is this clangoring apparition of a long blonde-haired, skinny preteen girl trying relentlessly to pen The Story of what happened. She's just there in the window to our side of this table we just kissed beneath, where we sit on the floor facing each other figuring it all out. She is trying to figure it out too, but for her, the story is hard to spell out. It began with a boy that she didn't get along with. Somewhere in there was a black and blue. And her favorite was strawberry. She kept shaking the pen, thinking it ran out of ink, but only because she was holding it up against the window. I told her to hold it down and write on the ground, and that helped. I asked her where her parents were and she told me that her mother lived somewhere else and that she was staying with her step-father for the weekend. Every Friday, Saturday and Sunday night he picks her up. I wondered where he was and why she was outside pressing her deepest secrets against the outside window of a bar at 10pm on a Friday night, where I and Jason and other cultural predators of the night frolicked merrily. I asked her why she was out here, and she said that "he", pointing at the bartender, said to write a story and he would hang it on the wall. So there she scrolled on the back of one side of an 8 1/2 x11 black and white menu from some wine party they had had just to put something of what happened into the world and into the hands of an older man she hoped she could trust. And I couldn't help but sense that the green-eyed monster driving her nervous fear, making her run to the nearest sign of civilization--this hipster bar on her block--was that same one inside me. I wanted that story! But I had no money on me. And neither did Jason. I went inside the bar and relayed the story of what just happened to Jason, and how we had to buy the story. He said we could go to an ATM and get her $20. , but I said that was too much and maybe she'd be mugged. "How about $5.?" That's good I said. And then he worked out something with the bartender, and we walked outside with $5. for the girl and bought her secret. I didn't know if I had helped her or hurt her.

Caveman Robot: The Invocation of Alexander Hamilton

Escape from New York Opening and Exhibit
Paterson, New Jersey
May 15th, 2010
Ink, Charcoal, and Oil Stick on Five Museum Board Panels mounted on Wood

by Jason Robert Bell with assistance from Marni Kotak

Thanks to Olympia Lambert for putting together the exhibit...

Spontaneous Metaphysical Portraits