Ei Arakawa / I am an employee of UNITED Vol. 2
“We are exhausted. As long as we can get nice shiatsu, it is okay.”
“It is manageable for our age (early 40s). In the morning, we sat among older businessmen in the lounge. I wonder who they think we are.”
“Inside our carry-ons, each under 14 inches x 9 inches x 22 inches (23 x 35 x 56 cm), there are objects not claimed as art. Those objects are almost like tools, yet too precious and fragile to send them over by FedEx.”
“The objects are scanned and explained at the security gate (officers don’t really care what they are). We take care of those objects as if smugglers.”
“Those are Whitney Houston paintings.”
Everywhere they go, they recognize the same employees in the lounge, check-in counter, and the fuselage. One flight attendant makes eye contact, “You again.” The three performance artists feel like they are employees of UNITED. UNTIED. UNITED. UNTIED … Boarding is complete, the artists quickly search for empty seats. Each takes the middle seat in a row of three empty seats. This will prevent other passengers from sitting next to you. Non-shared positions. Using three economy seats, that’s the way for them to sleep full flat while flying economy. Images.