Art Storm
“What does it say about people?”
“That we are getting too fat?”
As two men discussed the possible meanings in Yuka's new sculpture, I can only think of the movie Attack of the 50 Foot Woman we watched almost a year ago. A source of inspiration that maybe held some meaning, or the thought, 'it would be fun to make a giant bra and panties.'
The gallery's theme was about big things. Because of the size of most pieces, the gallery decided to hold the show outdoors. A terrible decision due to the ugly weather coming this way, but as the curator protested, 'the show must go on.' So here we are, watching as the wind blows stronger and ominous clouds roll in from the east.
“A comment on he overtly erotic society we've become.”
“A satire on pop stars performing in their underwear thinking they are larger than life.”
The two men prattled on as a gust of wind came blowing in hard. The giant underwear went sideways, pulling hard on the line that held it up off the ground. The two men backed away and headed into the gallery. Yuka ran up, panicked.
“Help me take it inside.”
“How?”
“I don’t know.”
We looked at each other with anxious eyes. The wind got stronger and the line started to snap. I decided to act. There was a service truck next to the gallery that had helped put all the pieces together earlier that morning. I ran to the truck and found the ladder in the back. I pulled and it came sliding out.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to pull it down. You stand at the bottom and try to pull the line as hard as you can, so it comes down before the wind catches it.”
“OK.”
I opened the ladder and started climbing. The giant bra whipped back and forth. Yuka's hands couldn’t get a grip. She’s yelled something, but I can’t hear her through the howling breeze. I grabbed the top of the bra pulling as hard as I could with one arm. The panties, next to me, slapping my face. I’m surely going to have nightmares about this for days.
The bra is still holding onto the thin wire binding. No matter how hard I pull, it won’t come loose. Yuka waved her hands signaling me to come down. I gave up and started to climb down. The ladder shook, then my foot slipped bringing my face down on one of the steps. I bit my lip. Tasting blood, the wind heaved a big blow forcing the ladder on one leg. I panicked and reached out for the line, but instead found myself gripping onto the panties. The ladder went crashing down. Yuka's faint scream echoed around the wind.
I was gripping onto the crotch, dangling six feet from the ground. Another powerful gust and the bra snapped off the line, then the panties snapped off too. I reached my other hand up to get a two arm hold on the underwear. The bra flew off into a building while the panties carried me over the parking lot like a parachutist coming in for a landing.
After I landed, I tried to reel them, but they were pulling me across the asphalt until my body slammed against a red SUV forcing my hands to let go. The panties went flying, followed by the bra flopping off of the building not too far behind. There they went, into that gray sky.
I was gripping onto the crotch, dangling six feet from the ground. Another powerful gust and the bra snapped off the line, then the panties snapped off too. I reached my other hand up to get a two arm hold on the underwear. The bra flew off into a building while the panties carried me over the parking lot like a parachutist coming in for a landing.
After I landed, I tried to reel them, but they were pulling me across the asphalt until my body slammed against a red SUV forcing my hands to let go. The panties went flying, followed by the bra flopping off of the building not too far behind. There they went, into that gray sky.
A few days later, I was recovering in my apartment with Yuka sitting next to me. I opened the newspaper and saw a picture of a giant bra and panties stuck on a tree with three children underneath pointing in disbelief.
“Yuka! Look!”
“Oh my god. Where is it?”
“It says they landed in, Oakwood.”
“Let’s go!”
