This reminds me of a funny thing that happened, according to a news/radio piece my mate who originally told it to me had read/heard:
This woman, an "artist", had a special kind of performance art. She would travel to different kinds of museums and art galleries sans underpants ( but still had clothes, skirts or w/e ). She then proceeded scrutinizing different pieces of art. When she felt that the time was right she would initiate her own performance art, which was comprised of her slightly separating her legs while upright and simply starting peeing on the floor ( or something she brought with her, maybe plastic or something ).
She was a hit apparently, praised by the art community and whatnot. People gathering around her taking pictures and discussing the cultural significance of her urine. Until one day this brave brave man turned up, who had - understandably - grown tired of shit like this being called art so he took matters in his own hands.
He figured out our artist's "tour dates" and simply went to her installations. While there, he would wait until she started to piss and sneakily gathered it up with a cup he had brought with him. No worse of an artist himself he then proceeded to drink her urine - as an art-installation of his own.
Unfortunately he didn't become the next big thing and people were in uproar because of him "ruining" her art. I don't recall his fate but I've been looking for the article for ages and I won't rest until I've found it. Godspeed my good man, one day your pee-drinking will be worth millions and regarded as the pinnacle of human culture.
This woman, an "artist", had a special kind of performance art. She would travel to different kinds of museums and art galleries sans underpants ( but still had clothes, skirts or w/e ). She then proceeded scrutinizing different pieces of art. When she felt that the time was right she would initiate her own performance art, which was comprised of her slightly separating her legs while upright and simply starting peeing on the floor ( or something she brought with her, maybe plastic or something ).
She was a hit apparently, praised by the art community and whatnot. People gathering around her taking pictures and discussing the cultural significance of her urine. Until one day this brave brave man turned up, who had - understandably - grown tired of shit like this being called art so he took matters in his own hands.
He figured out our artist's "tour dates" and simply went to her installations. While there, he would wait until she started to piss and sneakily gathered it up with a cup he had brought with him. No worse of an artist himself he then proceeded to drink her urine - as an art-installation of his own.
Unfortunately he didn't become the next big thing and people were in uproar because of him "ruining" her art. I don't recall his fate but I've been looking for the article for ages and I won't rest until I've found it. Godspeed my good man, one day your pee-drinking will be worth millions and regarded as the pinnacle of human culture.
But I wouldn't pay $30 million for it obviously, even if I was super rich.
