I am preparing myself for something very dull—an exhibition Staring at the Wall: The Art of Boredom at the Lawndale Art Center in Houston. But, I wasn’t bored. In other words, I didn’t feel a sense of rote dis-ease, which boredom often engenders, or a sense of entrapment (except for Clayton Porter’s “work, try, hard” lyric looping in the background as audio to his video, which I’ll discuss below). I approximate boredom to: F–k. I’m stuck in study hall and I’m completely turned-off, nothing I can do here will arouse me.