Electric Sky is cross between an artists’ retreat and a hackathon where you’ll spend several days in the woods on the river in an outdoor pop up creativity lab making stuff. Then on Saturday night it opens to the public to experience what you’ve created. This, in our group’s third year, we unsurprisingly have a potty- and cult-adjacent project again: the Museum de Fârte!
Again, I blame the theme: SUN WIND WATER — asking how might we engage with renewable energy in art. Therefore, we picked the most absurd interpretation, using the following “logic” (someone has to be the dada-ists of the event!).
- Most kids and adults thinks farts are funny.
- They have a taboo/inappropriate dinner conversation aspect that makes it feel a little fun and naughty.
- What do you really know about farts, anyway?
- It’s the perfect vehicle for some next-level corporate greenwashing.
When you approached the space, you were invited to donate your “Postier Energy Wastate,” or P.E.W that powers the musuem by enjoying some chips and bean dip then hoping on the stationary bike for a couple minutes. This contraption collects your microfarts (it’s not embarassing, we all do it, including famous people!) and then stores them in an old Amazon box. I would have a picture of what happens inside the box, but I hear opening it voids the warrenty.
Upon entry you are greated by our Mission statement and an informative infographic about the makeup and qualitiy of human farts, as well as more or less admitting that the average human’s 14 farts a day’s contribution to global warming is virtually inconsequential compared to the burning of fossil fuels, but also blaming you for it anyway.
One of the big draws of the Museum was our famous “Room of Smells,” which featured farts you could interactivly enjoy from such notables as Rosie O’Donnel, Smokey the Bear, Snoop Dog, Taylor Swift, and Tom Cruise, whose scent is almost exactly like rancid coyote urine.
Famous fart art ardornes the walls gallery-style from Matisse, Munch, Magritte, Warhol, Dali, and other notables, some informational as well as conspiratorial displays, as well as an local wood-themed fartist that goes under the moniker of Logman Industries.
So once you understand what where up against, it’s time to see what the world holds in store for you at the FARTUNE TELLER.
Before you could play the game, you had to go out into the wild with your new Fartémon cards and sent to find glowing kiosks. Here you would match your each of your Fartémon cards with their flatulant powers by listening. Then you came back to the museum and entered your findings into the FARTUNE TELLER.
If you solved the game correclty by matching each Fartémon with it’s special powers, you would be invited to the Outhouse.
The Outhouse was better than we could ever have hoped. Playing a 58.3 htz B flat for a full 2 minutes at a very loud decibel that I’m sure did not get old for anyone at all! It didn’t so much make you poop your pants as the supposed brown note, but rather gave you a almost a physical massage, kind of a loosening of your skeleton. People came back more than once!
Shown above in confident celebration is our game winner. Congratulations and all the bragging rights!