Repurposed carpet/leather/land/etc

Repurposed carpet/leather/land/etc

I put $5 into the machine so that I could get my own little piece of art. It was an antique, this machine in the middle of a luxury resort hotel with chipped enamel paint and atomic-era chrome accents ‘like it came from the Tropicana dumpster. So many things get repurposed in Vegas. One of my first feels for the town was my knees on the Lusty Lady’s ‘velvet” stage carpeting, which reportedly came from a Vegas casino bargain warehouse.  Put a dollar in the machine and out comes a thing.

The Art Vending Machine popped out a tiny little box from the window I selected, “Rare and Special,” and inside, some stupid leather bracelet you’d pick up in Diesel – except “crafty.”  Like everything in Vegas, the experience of spending the money far exceeded the thing I got in return for spending the money. 

It doesn’t matter, I Love This Place.  The view outside my window looks like a post-apocalyptic phantasmagoric sinking city in the 23rd century with desert dryness and far away mountains peaking in between skyscrapers like The Aria, The Cosmopolitian, and Planet Hollywood all cross-hatched and crookedly faking a high-rise metropolis on either side of me . I half expect some kind of Blade Runner thing to hover past our balcony where I’ve dropped the leather bracelet made from scraps of biker jackets by someone named “Spirit” in North Carolina who signed up for an Art Vending Machine project.  I’ve moved onto a hand-rolled joint of Strawberry Cough because marijuana is legal here now and nobody drinks anymore anyways. 

Chelsea said that out loud (the thing about Blade Runner) right after I thought it, and we blew smoke into the empty air as I imagined a holograph of Angela White on a bodyboard, surfing by and repeating the line “See you at the porn awards!” over and over like a living .gif.  Her hovercraft would be painted like the fake sky in the Venetian and every few seconds she would glitch just enough to see last month’s Lady Gaga holograph underneath. Late capitalism has found its capital.