Duct Tape Jesus?
Inspired, yes. Divine, no.
Disclaimer: I make no claims at being able to work miracles or come back from the dead. This was not meant to parody Jesus or any other crucifiction. I just wanted to stick to the wall, and this method seemed to be the way to do it.
The Story Behind the Art
This little act of artistic expression took place during the one-month intensive study period that we Obies call winter term, which occurs every January. As if you couldn't tell, being cooped up in a dorm in northern Ohio for the entire month can lead to some strange goings-on.
I'd like to thank my dear friends Nicholas Dedring, Jennifer Mansfield, Heather Freeman and Toshio Mana for being willing and open-minded enough to tape me to the wall when I asked them.
I'd also like to give a special thank you to the duct tape company for creating such a wonderful product. With duct tape, the possibilities are truly endless.
For those of you who are interested in the process, I'll give you some stats. I used two 60-yard rolls of duct tape. I don't remember which brand. It took three people about 45 minutes to tape me up. During that time, I stood on a table for support. By the end of that period, both of my arms were fairly numb. It is definitely a good idea to start with the legs first.
Important Note: I've since learned that trying to suspend one's weight primarily from the arms could lead to serious injuries. As painful as it was in my case, that makes a lot of sense in retrospect. Leg support is critical. And a number of other people have apparently overheated from being coated in too much tape. Not to mention the obvious risk of falling. Jim and Tim have a lengthier description of the dangers on their site; please read it if you're considering any duct tape activities for yourself.
After we used up the tape, my friends pulled the table from under my feet, and I was left hanging as you see me. It was as a finishing touch that Nick added the duct tape crown that sits on my head. I couldn't do much about it, as you can see. Oh yeah, the groin tape was put there to keep my shirt from sliding up to my armpits, which it was trying to do. Once again, it wasn't exactly something I could help. I wouldn't even call attention to it, but everyone else always asks me about it.
For the record, I hung on the wall for a minimum of fifteen minutes before deciding to pull myself down. I don't know if that's good enough to get me in the Guinness Book of World Records; I don't even know if it's a category. In any case, I could have stayed up much longer, but my arms were throbbing by that point, because they ended up taking much of my weight.
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