Peggy Welborne’s son, the local “conceptual artist” as he calls himself, is at it again with some ridiculous idea he calls art.
“Space Moniker 5” Welborne, as he refers to himself, is creating a project he calls “Bed Head”, in which he documents his hair every morning by taking a
picture then arranging the pictures on a wall in his house that he later plans to disassemble and exhibit in a gallery somewhere, perhaps as far away as Fredericksburg.“What I am doing is documenting my bed head every day for a year, proactively manipulating my hair every night, then observing and photographing the results the next morning.” He explains, “Some nights I go to bed with my hair wet, and that produces a specific result. Some nights I gel my hair with Suave hair dressing before going to bed. One night I slept in front of a fan. It’s highly conceptual and completely unpredictable.”
Yea, right. “Space Moniker 5” started the project January 1, and plans to continue it through December 31 of this year. “Patience and determination are my skill-sets, ouch!” he says in a high-handed manner as he untangles his clip-on hoop earring from a stray thread loop on his black turtleneck. “The goal of the project is to draw attention to the changing fate of our hair, then ultimately to the ebb and flow of our own chance-like streams of consciousness as we maneuver the pathetic minefield we call our daily lives. My bed head is a metaphor for the lowly working mans’ life. Dammit, is my ear bleeding?”
Agreed – his ear was bleeding and he knows nothing about work. “Space Moron 5” (as he is called at the Newsfromdoswell offices) also plans to scan the photos and display them on a web site as soon as mom Peggy gets the hard drive on their home computer fixed and they get rid of the dial-up.
Past “ArtWerks” (his label, not ours) include his aborted attempt to wrap the family barn in tarps he bought from Harbor Freight Salvage, his electronic music CD (which he claimed was going to “turn electronic music on its tin ear” but we have yet to see) and that photo essay he had up at the Ruritan building of what he claimed was a mythical creature known as “Swamp Cat” but looked more like out-of-focus pictures of his own cat, Mr. Whiskers. The exhibit had to come down when he was caught smoking a clove cigarette inside the building, in direct violation of the rules.
Peggy has her own opinion of her son’s conceptual art. “He needs to beat the bushes to get a real job instead of fiddling around with his ridiculous little art projects. He had that one job for a while where he played records at parties as ‘DJ Tune Time’ and he seemed to be pretty good at it. Good gracious he just turned 24 years old.”
Chucky’s “weekend dad” Charles Welborne Sr had his own reactions to son “DJ Tune Time’s” artistic aspirations. “I told that worthless boy that he had choices in life. College, or no college. Wall Street Broker or Wal-Mart Greeter – the choice is his.”
