Thinking about the end of the world is always a paranoid and fruitless endeavor for me. In true dire situations I can only begin to understand what that would mean for me. I'm fairly certain despite my outgoing attitude, I would be the first to panic. In celebration of this fault, I created a fountain from some pants of my own that peed itself and operated almost like a window display. Honoring those who are terrified and those who would drink their own pee in survivalist situations, I additionally created a line of gilded ceramic champagne flutes that were made from molds of feminine pee funnels. This paired with a video of me peeing into a tower of champagne glasses. Voila! 

 

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