On the 21th of August, 2011, I was sitting at home watching a young couple at the bus stop outside my balcony alternately kissing, and then standing next to one another looking awkward; hugging, and then folding their arms; sitting together, and then moving apart. So, I started tweeting about it.
A month later, I received a message from an artist asking if he could use one of my tweets about the fleeting moment of sweet awkwardness in an art exhibition he’s putting on in New York, displaying a hundred tweets printed onto magnetic card and stuck up around 14th street. It’s part of the art in odd places festival, and surprisingly is one of the least bizarre exhibitions in the lineup.
I’d like to take a moment to note that there are now over two billions tweets sent every month. Location search aside, I can’t imagine what keyword search would have narrowed down the field so much that my tweet stood out. Unless the artist was a Hollies fan, perhaps.
The artist in question, Alban Low, is based in the UK, and was even so kind as to post me a copy of my tweet over the Atlantic, which now sits on my fridge to confuse and bemuse house-guests.
This means I’m now a published author, a recorded musician and an exhibited artist. A true renaissance man. Ish.
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