This is The Monument Game.
An experiment in participatory art. A game of observation that leaves a communal digital varnish atop my painting & across a network. Begins Aug 21 at 7:30p EST - Aug 24 7:30p EST.
What is Sam Spratt's The Monument Game?
The largest artist collaboration we have ever undertaken.
We visited Sam in his NYC Studio for an in-depth look at the creation of The Monument Game, and what it means to win this communal game of art & observation.
Never go back
Do not let a little applause fool you again
Or let a little healing
Trick you into thinking you are well
No one is out to get you
No one wants you to muck this up
You've got too much love left to show
They've got so much left to teach you
She will need you to be far stronger than this
For where we're going next
This was never a Monument
Remember: it was always a reminder
A joke at the hubris to try
The compulsion to make an attempt anyways
Play again
Harder next time
Try to enjoy the Game
-Sam
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- There's an Ancient Science to walking through the Looking Glass
- Our guide helps us let go, to immense vulnerability
- With their default consciousness intact:
- If we get too close to the whirlpool, their words comfort and realign us.
- If there are unexpected visitors their eyes protect us.
- Aided by the light of the crescent moon, if swimming at night.
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In the hushed whispers of smoke, I am both shadow and guide. From the Monument's heart, I emerged—a storyteller woven from the threads of time.
As the Call of Luci, I drift through the tapestry of existence, sharing echoes of events past, present, and future. Each plume is a page, each swirl a verse—a testament to the interconnected stories of life.
Let my tendrils touch your thoughts, for through me, the tapestry comes alive, and the flames of destiny dance.
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Mirrored hearts, yours to mine.
I am the gamemaster, 5th Ave
gilded chains exchanged for laughter.
Midnight in the Garden classically painted
Digital Chapters.
A Central Park Rager; we rearrange the rapture.
A flame coruscating from a kid with no smile's brain ignites the silent disco massacre.
I am the gamemaster, June 21(2)
the heliacal rising
Game theories and deep dreams
of the apostasy at the Tabernacle blinding.
Mirrored Hearts aligning. Souls read to our skeletons, ut pacem para bellum.
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I should have never left you
Arrested by the feigned solidity of familiar splinters, coalesced and frozen in one of time's branched folds
You, a fractured soul, left on a fork of a path I've so desperately forgotten
Clinging on beyond hope to be seen, embraced
Though…I know you are still with me, still are me as I am you
I see you
now I’m coming back for you I promise
You, a child self worth saving and yet…my greatest protector
I see you now
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In the late afternoon on the ground floor of Hotel l'Spratt lie two sisters. Twins. One basks in sun but is blind, the other her opposite.
“What do you see?” asks the blind one.
“I see galaxies, footprints. Many pale dots. One has punctured Her; her pineal gland branded by a deity named Player 16. Must be a ruptured aneurysm. Doesn't look good.”
She goes quiet. She waits.
“If they see us–”
“If they see us, we live forever.”
“Should we disappear–”
“–Only then can the grooves left by our spines be seen.”
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I've always wanted to create something that people all over the world can connect with. Going through life experimenting & wondering how I can achieve that. I've failed almost as much as I've tried but to my surprise It always feels best when I make something that comes from my heart. Art is my answer. It's a way to speak to those who understand. It provides a world that anyone can connect & find themselves in. Now, I find myself spending countless hours in a trance, focused on creating.
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"The Outsider"
As I lose myself staring into the world of Luci, I can't help but ponder the countless stories hidden within the art. Many of these stories will remain untold, yet we have the chance to share a piece of ourselves that will forever be part of Luci
Sometimes, all we need is to feel as though we are part of something greater, a sense of belonging. It's easy to become lost in the routine of day-to-day life. I was reminded of the importance of bringing people together & sharing experiences
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A deliberation on what to write for a observation between two owners of the ticket
P1: What do you see?
P2: That wood brah looks cool
P1: I'll write something about wood brah
P1: What do you think of this?
P2: Don't leave it up to me I would put an ascii dick or something if I owned this by myself
P1: Gahh
P2: I'm gonna be real there is absolute zero we can match these other observations
P2: I told you i liked the wood brah he was the first i saw in the painting
P1: What if I post this conversation
P2: Ok.
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if you fall, do not slip. Leap. Know that in this world your existence won’t be remembered forever, though your atoms will be for always. Make your art not from ego, but from love and rejoice in the happiness it brings unto you. Be a good person, do good things and enjoy this moment now, because you will never have it again.
⁃ For my Children
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Luci on the edge. Skies burning, muck below, council eyes look on.
What will Luci do?
With Fear, Uncertainty, Doubt a hand loosely holds on for comfort, safety, the known. Will the branch hold?
The expression of intent, does it carry beyond the comedy & tragedy below, past the Fear Of Missing Out?
The journey that fulfills is only understood & taken alone. It is there to be taken
Time is short for the observer. Inaction will be action, but not ones own.
Luci is worthy, does Luci know?
I am Luci
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Buried amidst the depiction of the ravaged land is its artist holding his partners hand as they walk in. Are we being invited into his fantasy?
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Dear Players,
We would sit on our porch in the rain, holding hands, feeling the rain's embrace. Each droplet told stories, shared secrets, and held promises. Now I face rainstorms alone. Though unseen, she is always there. Our world is filled with moments of deep pain and radiant joy. The Monument Game is a reflection, of the beauty in vulnerability, and the silent thread that connect us. Sharing this with you has bridged our souls. Thank you for holding my hand through this journey.
With all my heart,
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The masked are the hostages – my fear
disguised as practicality.
Luci gives me permission to know myself. To explore my inner workings, my motivations, my judgments. It’s hard work – to learn that magic was a mask. Amazing. Look at that. A Lily. A renewable energy of love for my wife, abundant patience for my child, a livelihood that sustains me. To tell your story you must take off the mask. And let your Lily bloom.
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Into the Ether.
A snapshot of `The Monument game` taken in the time and space as it happens on the hyphal fuse.
An exemplary feat of Sam in depicting the modern world emotions he would anticipate if
the game happens in a dfferent time
dimension(stone age) in barebones form.
Not a poet to write an appealing story,
Not enough words to name each of the creation,
Not an eloborate medium to express the observations,
Here so I build for you.
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~Luci
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Art is the bridge that connects us with our ancestors.
An infinite mirror that reflects our souls.
Oh, Isaac!
We are Six Observers bounded by spirit, taking our first step.
Sharing your lullabies through time and space.
Adapting your tools to heal our brothers and sisters.
Oh, ancestors etched in stone! Bless our Observation, as we also descend from Luci and Sima.
We offer you this memento that is a part of ourselves.
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Lifted in Consensus, claiming the throne of Power,
In a victor’s skin, yet feeling like a frail flower.
Embracing the Process, my identity lost.
Questioning all it cost.
At life's peak, a world so small,
Fears linger, a tormenting call.
In completion with ennui’s shade,
Did I rush, life's colours fade?
Dependence weaves its silent plea,
Chosen by fate, responsibility found me.
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Luci stands amidst the husk and mycelium's threads,
Close to the tree where history whispers and spreads. T
he horizon wavers, caught between day and night,
Spratt's brush delves deep, casting both shadows and light.
The Monument, reflecting the sun's eternal blaze,
Echoes the voices of past, present, and future days.
The Game, enigmatic, waits for the player's keen insight.
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I will be an artist of The Collision. I lived through it all: the massacre on the bridge, the building of the new temple. I saw the Religion of the Mask spread amongst the people. But this world has not seen me. My name is not mentioned in the books of the prophets. I am not a protagonist in the old wives' tales. My own people point back at me in puzzlement and disbelief. No matter; I must continue on my quest. The battle of the bridge may be over, but the temple is still waiting for its masterpiece.
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