Our guest blogger today is Katie Moore, an intern this summer in the Public Affairs department.
If you have recently enjoyed the many splendors of 100 Acres, you may have noticed that Funky Bones and Chop Stick have a new neighbor to get used to. A. Bitterman is the resident artist on Indy Island and he has had no problem making himself comfortable in his new home/habitat. The best example of this that comes to mind is a giant animal trap, complete with armchair, side table, and lamp. This cage, seemingly meant for a mutant possum is, in fact, a habitat restoration area for our dear A. Bitterman. Along with his posh lounge area, you may also stumble across a GPS tracking station, interpretive kiosk, viewing station, or an area of unmediated flux. If you are lucky enough to have a chance encounter with the artist, do not be confused/creeped-out if he is:
- Not talking
- Taking food from strangers
- Throwing an imaginary ball
- Wearing a beaver suit
However, if you choose not to track down the artist during your day visit, then we have something else you might be interested in. A. Bitterman is opening up his igloo to guests in the evenings for movie showings. Reservations can be made online and it’s free…in the monetary sense of the word. All he asks is that you bring him dinner or dessert in exchange for the ultimate cinematic experience of a lifetime. I say this with great gusto because just last evening I made brownies for Bitterman and enjoyed the ultimate cinematic experience of a lifetime for myself…
Slowly raise your right hand, palm facing outward. Wait for artist to mimic gesture with corresponding hand. Raise left hand, palm facing outward. Wait for artist to mimic gesture with corresponding hand. Once both pairs of hands are in proper position, slowly lower both hands so as to make a circle. Take one step backward, clap once. “You have now greeted the artist and may attempt another exchange.”
The journey begins…
From the mainland, A. Bitterman rowed myself and three others across the Sea of Debt, just between The Straits of Consumption and The Meta-Narrows, barely missing The Bay of Deconstruction. Oh, it was a perilous voyage. Luckily, the island was in sight and our rower was top notch.
With all perils avoided, and safely docked on the island, we were “gestured” to wait outside as he attended to business inside. After a minute of shuffling our feet, the door was flamboyantly flung open. Bitterman had metamorphosed into a man in a beaver suit, and a talking one at that! After our initial awe wore off we were invited inside and offered a cold beverage. Settled in, with drink and brownie in hand, Bitterman’s specially selected movie began.
The movie was projected onto the interior of the igloo, essentially creating an iMAX, the re-mixed and slightly smaller version, of course. We laughed, made comments, sat in contemplative silence, ate brownies…life was good in the igloo:
However, my favorite part of the evening occurred after the movie showing, when all five of us made our way outside to the bench encircling the small deck of the island. There we watched the sun set over 100 Acres and talked about anything that came to mind. The night ended with Bitterman rowing us back across the Sea of Debt, just between The Straits of Consumption and The Meta-Narrows, barely missing The Bay of Deconstruction. We said our good-byes and reveled in the happy time we had just shared. A. Bitterman, we found out, is one cool cat with some great things to say.
I invite you to meet the man in the beaver suit. Reserve a movie time with A. Bitterman or just visit his fantastic blog. You will be in for a wonderfully refreshing and, perhaps, slightly peculiar evening.