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One shots: realish

Not from realish point of view

This is the story of how Realish, god and goddess of Realities, universe, worlds, races, continents, and anything in between, met one of their pet humans.

A particular human in a world were the concept of humanity never existed, a world of magic, but also just like ours, except that humans, instead of destroying the life, find themselves as the victims, being nothing but food to the Dipòthìri.

Dipòthìri, on the other hand, are like humans.

Have you ever wondered how the hamburger you ate felt when he was a cow, or how the bacon has been treated when just a small, pink pig? no? Of course you havent, youre the first in the food chain.

Youre a human, inteligent living being.

Pigs are too stupid to fully understand what was going on in his life, they were too ignorant to know, of course they were ignorant, they were kept in closed rooms, with no windows, eating animal feed getting fat, in some intensive farms, many actually, pigs eat eachothers due to very bad care.

In this world, humans are pigs, Dipòthìri are humans, Dipòthìri are bigger, stronger, inteligent, and humans? Theyre small, ignorant creatures, not knowing that life is much more than crawling around a semi dark, smelly room, that rarely got cleaned, and squishy food with no taste full of fat.

Section 8 number 7BH.

"this one cant walk, it's legs wont work, its been crawling around the room" the veterinary said, not a hinch of compassion in his voice.

A growl of annoyance came from the supervisor, its ears turning and the claws showing.

"thats why its so skinny, it couldnt move to the manger..." He muttered.

"ill put it in the cages, we cant pay the suppressor, itll die eventually" as if it wasnt the first time.

The veterinary shrugged as dismissed the things with "not my business" knowing it was illegal to not suppress the animals in critic conditions.

The human just stared at the ground, not really understanding what the bigger ones were saying.

If he could stand up, hed reach the knee of the Dipòthiri...except he couldnt, he could only raise its head to stare at the tail of the guy in front if him.

The supervisor took a deep breath and put on his gloves and took the cage.

The human already knew he had to crawl in it but the bigger guy didnt let him, placing the cage open in front of him and pushing him in it, making him hit his head, not that it mattered.

Quickly the was taken in the same roo-...in a completely new place, with other cages, and humans, that didnt...move.

There were squeaks, a hand out of a cage, blood from another...

He already saw another human die in front of him, one of the supervisors kicked its head after the human bit his hand.

But this place was for another type of death, the smell was rot, the Dipothiri frowned as the air hit his nose, letting the cage fall between the others and exiting the closed room quickly.

What was happening?

He remained in the cage, looking outside of it, another human looking back, pale, dirty...the ribs showing...

And another human, looking at him, its eyes half open as his body laid as much as it could, in an innatural position, the eyes seemed to be dry, a fly got in its ears and the human didnt flinch...it was dead.

It died while holding its legs to the chest, the bare chest...

So...he was there to die...because he couldnt walk...his legs stopped moving after eating the same animal feed, except something small and crunchy was on it...it smelled and tasted really badly, but he didnt care, he just wanted to eat.

There were mice, he never saw mice, the overseer always put a weird green sand in small plates that made the mice go away, it smelled just like that animal feed he ate.

He sat there, in the cage, the rotten smell that stung.

Not really getting what happened.

The sudden loud voice woke him up.

"humans, humans...new humans that are still alive maybe..." Something sounding like hooves on the harsh ground, moving around while muttering.

The sound got further, a metallic sound as the creature lifted one of the cages.

"mh...dead...wait...no...alive but not for long"followed by a 'swish' sound.

The hooves stepped closer, until they were right in front of him and a...much...much bigger creature could be seen.

It wasnt a Dipòthìri, it legs had fur sure, but the rest was just like...him...except...different?

Its skin wasnt dark brown like his, but lighter like other humans he saw, and it has something covering the chest, at least a part of it, blue and white.

And it was...huge, bigger than anything he saw.

His limbs felt even weaker, retreating as much as possible from the creature, he couldnt see its face tho, only a part of the antlers that contorted behind its large body, and the four arms.

The creature, muttering playfully grabbed another cage, lifting it and looking inside.

"aww...its a shame, this one seemed cute" before gently putting it back, just to reach the one next to it, the humans that stared back at him, also shaking as the large creature lifted the cage.

A chuckle from the giant before the 'swish' sound.

And then...it turned around, looking at the cages, before lowering it selves towards his.

He felt the world lifting and two enormous hands, bigger than his skull, grabbed the cage, forcing his eyes to meet with...

Mid long messy hair that felt on the skull mask that covered the eyes and half of the face, leaving only the tip of the round nose and the wide smile.

"very much alive...what a treat" and everything turned blank.

White.

Light.

Nothing was there, only a movement, the cage moving, falling, he was awake, he was sure of that, but something...

And then, a 'thud'.

He stared, panting and sweating at the room, not moving, where was he?

And then...a pair of eyes.

Another human, a...chubby pale guy with something covering his chest and belly and another garnment covering the legs from the waist to the knees.

The human smiled, smiled?

The human smiled at the caged one, and moved its hands to open the cage, how? What if the Dipothiries saw him?

What if one kicked his head?

The cage was open, was he supposed to crawl out?

The human kept smiling, getting to a side to invite him to exit the cage.

Except he didnt, he stayed in the metal box, shaking.

What was all that? Where was he?

Hooves, he heard hooves again.

The cage lifted and turned around, making him whimper as he pushed back, and the same creature looked at him.

"this humans come from a world where theyre treated like pigs or something, food, be careful, theyre all deeply traumatized" the voice of the creature makimg him squirm.

The giant brang he cage down, putting it on something soft, and then, raised its hand, staring at the caged human that only stared back with terror.

"cmon, take my hand" they said, not really realizing the human couldnt understand.

The hand only got closer, making the human push to the walls, his legs couldnt move, how could he resist the moster in front of him?

The creature sighed, the hand getting much closer, inside of the cage and grabbing the thin wrist, ignoring the terrorized yell of the human.

He was pulled out of the cage by the smiling giant, that stared down at him, covering most of the view.

The human tried to crawl away, he was on a giant round soft thing with smaller soft things on, filled with thick sheets and...other cages, and humans, just like him.

He looked around in terror, turned around and went for a desperate attempt of getting away, only for two enormous hands to grab his wrists and pull him towards the giant body of the creature.

He struggled, tears and snot falling down on the extremely soft pavement as his back met the soft flesh of the giant behind him, his wrists completely blocked and a hand reaching the small head of the human caressing its hair.

He couldnt move, he just stayed there whimpering, the creature must have noticed his legs werent working.

The same human from before returned, holding one of the sheets and gently placing it on the human, covering his body.

The voice from over his head spook him even more

"mh...this human right here..." Full of play fullness as if the creature was holding a doll that struggled its way to freedom.

"he'll stay in the soft rooms, i want him to get used to other human beings interacting" leaning towards the small being in its hands, before letting it go making him fall face flat on the soft floor.

With few pushes the human finally managed to turn around, just to see the creature towering over him with a wicked smile, sending chills down his spine, making his eyes sting even more.

The creature leaned towards two other humans that wore the same garnments being of different colors as a light blue prevalsed in one and a light red, almost pink in the other.

The two nodded before kneeling down to the terrified mess, one placing a hand on its shoulder making him shudder.

The creature stared at the three before walking away to another human that held some sheets of paper, going to another room.

Leaving the human, alone with other peaple he never saw before, all having most of their bodies covered by some garnment, all decorated.

Their voices werent loud, yet, he couldnt hear anything else.

And then, another flash of light, a completely different room, full of round, giant beds, bigger enough for the creature from before.

His heart sunk, his head spinned, that was too much.

Too many things were happening at once.

He was taken away.

Some giant creature took him to a giant temple-like room with a soft pavement and many other humans.

And now, he was in another room, filled with beds, pillows and blankets.

His heart couldnt take anymore.

He just wanted to crawl to the corner and stay there in silence, waiting for whatever to kill him.

Silence.

He just stayed in the empty, enormous room alone, laid on the softest thing he ever laid before.

The mattress back 'home' where thin and dirty.

He was dirty, he knew he smelled badly.

That was normal.

And then a click.

He tried to turn his head but any movement made it worse.

Someone got on the bed behind him and slowly crawled to him, before placing their hand on their shoulder, regretting it quickly as the human shook and tried to get away.

"ah! I-its ok, its oke really" a low voice said something gently.

The human stared, trying to at least sit, not being able to.

He just stared at the huma-...this one wasnt a human...

It was just as small as him, had two legs two arms...but the skin was greyish, the eyes were big and white, entirely, and it had a tail, a long and thin tail.

Panic

The human stare turned upside down, tears falling, confusion, terror, what dwas he looking at?

The other being quickly realized, propably, lowering it self and smiling, to then slowly reach a small stone and place it in front of the human, thag omly flinched at the closer hand.

The stone gently glew, before disappearing, replaced by a plate.

A plate...full of...a warm colored liquid, with a really good smell.

The grey being looked at the plate and then at the human, before reaching the spoon with their...completely black hand, taking some...soup.

It has been a difficult process, the caretaker, how he liked to get called, was used to traumatized messes, his God liked to get all the most badly cared creatures from all the universe, and take them in, they were a sadist, that was facts, but they also didnt like letting helpless creauteres die while they were under their control.

This God was really just a spoiled brat, with no knowledge of how the minds of smaller creatures worked, yet, they found these small beings so interesting and 'cute',how they always said no matter their appearance.

They always thought it was a symbol of weakness, letting their own properies die, and that made the soft rooms, that were really...just rooms filled with beds, pillows, blankets and anything that seemed soft and reassuring.

The rock Nymph, the caretaker, was one of the original creations of the God, not like the human in front of him.

He was created, given a story, and then, the God became too lazy to design an actual caretaker and decided to take an already existing OC, age him up, give him knowledge about the job and summarized memories about himself, delete his backstory, leaving it only in the private collection called 'proof copy' and give him different clothes.

This God had an incredible mind...but they were just so...lazy.

They had an imagination with no limits, but zero will to write, in fact, they were probably putting lots of effort in this story...

The caretaker, with many difficulties, managed to make the human eat, and to basically interact with it, acting a bit like an animal, lowering himself, talking with a low, soft voice.

But the human seemed, even if just a very little bit, more relaxed...

As soon as the human got even a bit more relaxed around other creatures...the God would probably never leave him going crazy.

The God seemed to enjoy the terror in the eyes of humans in critic condition, especially when they actually meant no harm, or when they were doing something to help their conditions to get better.

But they were attached, loving physical contanct, finding it harmless to kiss as a greet...that would have been dangerous for this human, he probably doesnt even know how humans are made.

This human did see young, but still almost in his twenties...if not already at it...

What the heck did this god have in mind...?

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dawnowar · 4 years

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So this school lunches thing got me thinking about the way my abusive stepmother treated me as a child.

Thats as much of a trigger warning as you’re getting cause I think its better to process things than avoid them... I have time to write and this is on my mind this second. Writing is a huge part of how I process things... so here we go.

So i passed on a post cause our local school system is offering free lunches for any kids under 18, which is great. I’m a big proponent for school lunches because growing up my evil stepmother didnt feed me right. and I was a rich kid so i think there was a lot of expectation that i was being taken care of in a way that I was not.

My stepmothers whole thing.. my family’s whole thing.. was pretending we were a normal family. Presenting that way to the outside world. Even in our house there was a huge degree of this. Which made it worse for me because it was so easy for people to assume i was just a weird kid when the signs presented themselves to people who could have helped me.

Anyway since i grew up and especially after she died, so many people told me that of course they noticed things weren’t right and of course they said something and fought for me. I never knew that until recently. So as nice as it is to hear, it didn’t help me live through those 8 or so years she was in charge of me.

At home she fed me candy. and ice cream. cupcakes, etc. and that’s all. Breakfast was one cup of hot cocoa with two packets of mix in there that was always like a clumpy syrup at the bottom of the cup. After school was candy until my dad got home and we would all sit at the table and pretend to eat a meal together. She would give me the tiniest portion of meat or any real food and then tell my dad how I “eat like a bird”. which is nonsense. He never questioned it any further than that.

On weekends when I had to eat at home I was allowed noodles and butter, mac and cheese and not a lot else. just pasta. When I got older, I would actually sneak eggs and tuna when she wasnt home. I’m sure she noticed these things going missing but what was she gonna do after I ate it?

She had a lot of rules on me for every single thing. That didn’t make any sense. Where i was allowed to go, where i was allowed to sit, who i was allowed to talk to.. and i just mean in the house on a regular day... I wasnt allowed to use the upstairs bathrooms at all, i had to use the guest bathroom downstairs and I wasn’t allowed to bathe or shower, but when I got older i started sneaking showers when she was gone as well.

I’d hear the garage door close as she was leaving and I’d be showering and eating tuna and trying my best to cover up my tracks before she got back.

All this started gradually... wasnt at once or anything so when it started i was like 8 give or take.. and we moved a couple of times so more rules were put in place as i was moved further away from the neighbors who looked after me. When i was 10 we moved to a different city where I knew no one and i was on my own. Inside my own home. I just had to deal with it till i grew up. But it got much worse before it got better. By the time i was around 14, i was dealing with growing up stuff.. by the time I was 16 she really couldn’t control me anymore, so stuff like what i ate or where I sat or if I showered... i just one day figured out that if i just do things she usually cant or wont stop me.

She used to steal my things and i didn’t have a hairbrush for years. I wasnt allowed to bathe, or do my laundry and I didn’t have a hairbrush, so you can imagine I looked like Pig Pen from Charlie Brown. She told my teachers I liked being like that or something. One of my gym teachers humiliated me once by forcing me to stay after class and shower as if i was just gross and she was solving the problem. She just humiliated me on top of all i was suffering, so i didn’t look to teachers to help me.

My evil stepmother was physically abusive to me as well but that was the easy part. She would just go into rages and take it out on me if i didn’t obey her nonsensical rules which were impossible to follow anyway. She would come and attack me while I was asleep any morning my father left for work early. Most mornings. A normal morning for me..... She would wake me up by dragging me out of bed by my hair, onto the floor, out of my room, into the hall, around the corner and down the stairs and leave me at the bottom of the stairs to start my morning routine getting dressed and ready for school.

Then I watched cartoons in the TV room by myself and drank the chocolate sludge till it was time to get on the bus to go to school where all the kids hated me because i was gross and I spent all day getting teased and taunted till I came home and went back to the TV room where she would either bring me candy or come in an attack me and pull my hair out. I wouldn’t know which one she was coming in the room for until she was doing it. There was a lock on the door and I would lock her out when she was being violent but she had the lock removed. Lied to the locksmith and my dad and made them believe there was a reason to take the lock out, so I started locking myself in the bathroom.

By the time I was 16, I was a much more imposing figure she couldn’t control completely anymore. I was washing myself and i was dressing myself so i didn’t look so dorky and maybe people started liking me at school. I got super lucky that a girl actually became my friend at school. She was not only super-independent but she had a car so she could pick me up and drive me away and she had a job working at a laundromat so i was able to wash my clothes for free and spend time away from home and learn how to grow up into a person who could do something besides just stay alive.

But clear up to the very end of high school school lunches were my main source of nutrition. My evil stepmother was letting me eat pizza by then too. For her, being fat was the worst possible thing I guess so she just tried her best to fatten me up feeding me only carbs while both her daughters grew up to become anorexic.

The first day I was actually on my own ever.. I was in England and I had just slept off the jet lag in my new rented room that was just for me. I wasnt on any program or plan. I wasn’t at college, nobody was in charge of me... i was just there. just me and this rented room and I woke up in the morning with nothing and realized i needed to feed myself. I went to McDonald’s and got a vanilla milkshake and realized i have no idea how to feed myself like a normal person.

I had to start that day and figure every single thing out for myself via trial and error about how to be a person in the real world.

That woman only had control of me for 8 years of my life and then I went out into the world and became a real person after that. She didn’t break me or destroy me. She did, however, destroy my family.

Its my dad’s fault for letting her. I’ve always felt this way. He was the adult. He was the only one who could have stopped it but instead he spent his time pretending everything was OK. I didn’t know until recently that literally EVERYONE told him, so he was willfully ignorant. He sacrificed his own children for this facade of a relationship with this woman. I can’t explain why a person does that, but he left me and my brother to fend for ourselves.

Which we did and we are ok.

I don’t care what happened to her or her daughters. She basically stole the life I should have had and gave it to her children, but from what little i know about them from the outside is that they had their own problems which seem much harder to get past than what I had to deal with.

I don’t mourn the loss of that life i never had any more than I mourn the life that we pretended we were having that we never were.

I only wish I’d known back then the enormous power I really had if i’d only just kept on telling everyone who would listen truth. If i had told everyone everything at every turn i would have saved myself. I didn’t know that at the time. I was just a kid and I gave up because i didn’t believe anyone was listening once my most trusted adult didn’t believe me. I suffered until I grew up and didn’t have to suffer anymore.

I am an emotionally healthy adult for the most part. I’m not without scars. It’d be impossible to come out of that unscathed. I’m perpetually single because being alone is safe and comforting for me. Because when people come in, you don’t know if they’re going to attack you or give you candy but neither one of them is what you really need.

I flailed around for a lot of years as an adult trying to figure out how to take care of myself. I finally got it right after my boyfriend in the late 90s dumped me and I wasn’t dealing well when my best friend died and everything just burned down around me and i had to rebuild everything from scratch slowly and methodically starting with cleaning my kitchen and i found the flylady.org who put me on the path to getting my house cleaning under control and then the rest of it followed.

Now i actually clean other peoples houses for a living.

We always had housekeepers and those ladies were the best women to me ever in my life and I’m proud to see that I’ve followed in their footsteps. These are the women who cared for me. These are the women who were kind to me. These are the women who worked hard for what they had instead of marrying rich and stealing from their cash-cow’s children.

I didnt get the evil stepmother until I was around 7 or 8 years old but i had plenty of great parenting, people who loved me, people who took great care of me and taught me to be smart before I got there. I believe this is how I survived.

School lunches, other people’s good parents, and good role models on my TV. And Rock and Roll, which became a real source of empowerment, an outlet for stress, and a way for me to meet people who became friends as I got older.

I love all the true crime stories of how abused children grow up and somewhere around puberty they rebel and their abuser can’t control them anymore. I think this is how so many of us get away. We become adults. Probably best you don’t kill your abuser, but there’s some part of that tragedy i can’t help but like when you find out people like Gypsy Rose Blanchard was suffering for so long so she did something about it.

I never did shit.

I grew up and got away and that’s good enough. This woman didn’t give a fuck about me and until i got away from her and my dad pretending everything was fine and her daughters going along with it all, I was never going to have my own real life... which i deserved to have.

Glad i wasnt so trapped i felt like i had to kill her to get away. She was more than happy to let me go away so I was already gone years before i realized i didnt have to let her control any part of my life at all.

Seems so dumb i still played along for so many years after I was grown and moved away. It’s just the way things were for so long i just kept doing it.

Until one day my younger sister was getting married and she called me to ask me to be in the wedding and im like...... you dont even like me, why would you want me in your wedding? and she said she orig only wanted her sister but they needed more bridesmaids or something.. maybe that was other sisters wedding.. i cant remember but it was stupid and had nothing to do with me and i was not gonna put my life on hold and spend all this money to travel states away to pretend any of this mattered to me so that was it.

It was over. Finally. Totally over. All I had to do was just not live like that anymore.

and I did. I live however I want to now.

So fast forward to present time and im in my early 50s and i get a call says the evil stepmother is dead and my dad is still alive but only barely. My first inclination is to scoop him up and go thank goodness thats over, but unfortunately i doubt he saw it that way. and instead it ended with me trying to contact him directly and not through my step-sister but it was impossible and disappointing since she was still trying to act like the middleman i didn’t ask for but not providing any useful information or assistance in communicating with him. She wanted me to call him even though he can’t hear so a phone call was just going to be more of the pretending everything is fine I refuse to take part in anymore.

I wrote him a letter directly asking him to take his time and write me back but all i got back was more interference from her and more insistence that i call him. Which I never did..... because he can’t hear. so what’s the point. He died shortly after that and i knew almost nothing about what was happening or not happening at any point.

So he’s gone now too. Buried with the wife and one of the sisters who committed suicide a few years back. Growing up in a family like this isn’t good for anyone even if you aren’t the target for the abuse. All three of them are gone and im not sorry im glad for it.

Their dead bodies can lie in the ground pretending they were a good family and no one walking by them ever has to know the truth. That’s how they lived their lives and that’s how they’ll rest forever.

I expect to have a lot of life left to live and i’m going to do it on my own terms and be kind to people and not value money or other people’s perceptions of me over everything.

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icmfinalprojectblog · 6 years

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Blog Post 2: 9th November 2018

So...a couple weeks have passed and I have realised that posting every Sunday is quite unrealistic for my working style. I have decided to instead take a more fluid approach, where I make a blogpost after reaching certain milestones or after hand-ins.

So at this point I have received feedback on my dissertation first draft and I am currently working on my project proposal. I was quite suprised by my dissertation meeting, in that my supervisor encouraged me to change my topic and focus more closely on my creative project idea. At first I was a bit frustrated by this, as I am anxious to get on with it. However, after thinking about it for a couple of days I realise that it does make a lot more sense to write a dissertation that is much more closely linked to my final project as it will help me keep focus and really study these topics that I am interested in.

I talked to my dissertation supervisor about my ideas and she encouraged me to do a prototype. So thats what I did! The idea I had was to basically explore the topic of veganism in the context of animal liberation and exploitation, racism and oppression, the civil rights movement and food culture.

The piece will be a sculpture of animal bones which mimics skeletal specimens seen in museums, coupled with a sound installation. The aim is to draw in the audience through the visual intrigue of the sculpture. Being intentionally interactive, subsequent touching of the sculpture by the audience will trigger voices and sounds related to the debate on animal liberation, global warming and individual responsibility for sustainable food production, aiming to engage the audience on a deeper, more personal level. The sounds emitted will be samples of influential people talking about civil rights and animal liberation, the sound of food preparation, speeches on individual duty, and information on the politics of meat. When triggered, the tracks will play throughout. This means the more the piece is touched, the louder it becomes, ultimately creating a cacophony. The goal of this piece is not to tell the audience how to feel, but to provide them with the insights into the impact of climate change and provoke thoughts on the drivers for promoting changes in policy to promote healthier food practices and accessibility of sustainable sources of food.

Fig. 1 Photo of the Whale Specimen in the London Natural History Museum (Brown,

2017) next to Sketch of Sculpture

As a vegan, the piece will be a work in which I challenge my own boundaries with meat, bones and food culture. I choose a vegan diet because I am an intersectional feminist, meaning that I value the rights of all sentient beings, including those of non- human animals. Topics of feminism and meat politics have been explored for decades, and many commentators have observed that non-human female bodies are exploited and abused for profit, similarly to that of their human counterparts. This piece aims to provoke thought on the enormous food challenges we face with a growing global population, increasing levels of poverty, and the rise of conservative, nationalist politics.

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In order to create my prototype I had to first collect some bones to clean. As I was back home in Switzerland at the time I went to a local butcher and he gave me some scraps for free. It was a mixture of different animals, Deer, Cow and Pigs. The bones were very meaty and covered in fat so I did some googling to figure out how to clean them to be able to use them for sculpture.

From my research I decided I would boil, scrape, re-boil, dry overnight, bleach overnight and soak again, to be able to get the bones to a good place. The process was quite intense, as some of the bones had been in a smoker, meaning that when I was boiling them all the smells were very strong and musky. I noticed when boiling the bones that it was going to take a long time because after a couple hours there was still a considerable about of flesh, fat and meat on the bones still. Here are some progress pictures of that:

Finally after boiling the bones from 6pm till about 2am, constantly scraping and cleaning they got to a point where I could dry them and begin to soak them in soapy water. Since bones hold a lot of fat its important to soak them to continue to try and break down these fats. The one thing I was quite concerned about was the marrow inside the bones. The marrow is very fatty and also quite pungent, which is why its a popular delicacy. In my mind I originally thought that I could perhaps drill through the centre of the bones, and in this way clean out the marrow. However that would only work with very straight bones, as I otherwise its basically impossible and very dangerous to do at home. Anyway, I continued on with the prototyping to try and get an idea of how it would all work.

I was able to attain some bleach which I then diluted with water, following the directions on the bottle and left the bones to soak in this mixture for 24hours+. The bleach solution wasn't very strong as in Switzerland they don't allow you to purchase high volume bleach, obviously due to it's corrosive nature. However, luckily the bones did lighted in colour significantly. I left them to dry and then drilled holes through them. I wasn't sure at this point how I was going to construct something with them so I just drilled several holes in various different locations on the bones so that I could experiment a bit.

I then attached a piezo electric sensor with some wire and threaded this wire through the bones. I then attached this to an arduino and set it up so that when the piezo was trigger a recording of Dick Gregory would play.

Here is the video demonstration for that:

At this point in time I am really glad that I was able to do all of this, as I really wanted to be able to demonstrate it working in some form. However, when talking to my parents and partner they made me aware of how many bones it was actually going to take to build a sculpture...and considering that this process took 3 full days of constant attention, I feel like I might need to revisit this idea and change it in some way.

While I wait for feedback and for my next dissertation supervisor meeting, I am going to do some more research and see how I can explore the ideas I have proposed in a different way perhaps.

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