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PARTY

At my house. Will include much opportunity to buy art and eat yourself. + Raffle, cocktail bar with absinthe, and make your own mask session.

BIG AL'S SELF-CONSUMPTION HUT

Coming soon to a Seacompression near you.

Have you ever wanted to eat yourself? Now you have the chance! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity!!! For one night only you get to consume your own image for FREE!!!

Big Al's Self-Consumption Hut is debuting at Seacompression on Nov. 10th 2007.

Put yourself inside yourself.

Big Al

Last Night I Smoked Light

Last night I smoked light for the first time. It was compressed into a soft, thick, gleaming resin that, even before we touched the lighter to it, bathed the room in its dim glow. The light had a cheese-like consistency, soft, with a slightly thicker, firmer crust. Vito told me that the way to judge the light´s freshness is to compare the light that emanates from the crust with the light that emanates from a part of the ball from which the crust has been scratched off. The older the light ball the greater the difference.

Light, of course, doesn´t age until it´s been formed into balls for consumption. Once this is done, however, the light ages quite rapidly, the outside dulling to a thick, leathery husk and the inside maintaining its luminosity but becoming more and more fibrous until spaces open up between the once homogeneous substance and it turns taut and cobwebby. This is bad light, light that had best be left alone.

The light we had last night was not new light but it was not rotten either. The outside had slightly more intensity than the glow-in-the-dark stars with which a child would cover her walls. When Vito touched the lighter to it and burned through the thickened husk small beams of light shot across the room painting pinpoints on the walls that opened outwards into continually growing organic shapes. Even the smoke that emanated from the ball exuded a soft, warm glow.

Vito´s a pro at this; he can handle the pure white light with its trans-visual ultra-violets and infra-reds. Vito put the matte black pipe to his mouth and pulled a long draw. He slowly began to glow a soft, rich amber, then he darkened to a red, faded a bit, became violet, blue, green, yellow then, finally back to amber. He then raised the mesh prism to his lips and blew fractal whorls of rainbow smoke, broken into lackadaisical bands of color, into the room around us where it disseminated into a soft, technicolor glow, bringing out the subtle nuances in the colors that adorned the objects in the room.

Now it was my turn. As it was my first time, I opted to start with only one color. As such, I could not take it directly from the pipe. Vito pulled a different prism from his smoking kit. This one short and thin like a wedge shaped harmonica with a blow hole on one end and eight rectangular slits on the other. Vito explained that some had six slits and others had many, many more. The number determined by the quantity of different categories of infrared and ultraviolet light the maker postulated. Vito, however, opted for the eight slit version, one for each demarcation of the visual spectrum and then a slit on each side to catch the frequencies which cannot be seen. He put the pipe to his mouth and pulled in a fresh chest full of hot white light. He motioned me to stand in front of one of the slats of his pipe, the third in from the left, about a foot back. Then Vito exhaled. The prism broke the light into long rays of primary and secondary colors. I opened my mouth and began to inhale the amber light, diluted slightly by the foot of air between us. Bands of color shot past my face on either side, some hit my cheeks and deflected, blending with the pure hues beside them to make twisting blends of color that snaked through my gaze. The amber light went directly into my mouth. It felt smooth and warm, slightly effervescent, as it slid down my throat and into my lungs.

I took it in and held it. I looked down and saw that my body had begun glowing with a rich light. My vision began to change. The world turned a thickening shade of blue violet, enveloping the differentiated forms that defined the objects in the room until all I saw before me was a plane of pure, vivid, vibrating color. In a moment the color began to recede and the world returned. The shapes and forms of the room slowly began to make hazy impressions in the plane of blue. Finally the room returned to normal with the exception of an almost imperceptible blue sheen. I exhaled.

The moment I exhaled the process began again but with the deep golden yellow of the smoke. The world receded into a sheet of gold before my eyes and then, more quickly than before, returned to its usual spectra and intensity, not even leaving the tiniest evidence that it had just overtaken my field of vision. I looked around at the unchanged room to make sure there were no remnants hiding in the shadows that had yet to recede. There were none, only a light mist of softly glowing amber smoke that wafted slowly across the room away from me.

All in all it was a good experience, not quite as intense as I had expected, but this was my first time and I only inhaled a small amount of amber, not the full white light directly from the pipe. I suppose I'll try it again sometime; a different color maybe, or possibly I'll suck from the outside slits, the ones from which no visible color emerge. Then maybe two at a time. I wonder what it would be like to have them blend inside of me. Then one day I'll be ready to smoke the pure white light.