It started with a long, thick sweater that had arms that hung about as far or even farther than my knees. I stitched another thick brown sweater inside of it that had a restrictive turtle neck which made breathing harder while wearing it. I then stuffed the entire thing with attic insulation and dragged it through muddy, thorn lined paths and along wet, oilly streets.

I needed help putting it on because it was stitched to perfectly restrict my body and then wore it until it was time fo the piece to begin.

For several minutes I struggled, trying to find a way to take it off myself but it was impossible with those long arms and its tight fit. I decided that I needed some help and several of my friends got up and tugged and pulled until it finally came off.

We then cut it into long strips and connected them with clothespins. Everyone then lined up and held a pice of the seven long “ropes” we had constructed with the sweater strips. 

We hiked out to a meadow where my assistant Tyler Corelitz was waiting with seven giant weather balloons.

Then I gathered up all of the balloons and we counted down to their release, ending in blastoff!

However, the balloons were so weighed down by the heavy sweater ropes that they couldn’t fly. I didn’t know what to do because I had gotten the ropes so far and now they were supposed to fly away.

John Guisti frantically started running from balloon to balloon and unclipping parts of the sweater off of them until they became light enough to fly. Then everyone else followed suit and the balloons started taking off. It was wonderful! We watched them until they were tiny dots and dissappeared.

Everyone, except me, then connected all of the left behind rope parts and walked back to the classroom in a line. I never touched those sweater pieces again.