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“Why do you like the desert, Mr. Lawrence?”
“Because it’s clean.”
— “Lawrence of Arabia,” 1962
Bring eight people together for a month in an almost-abandoned hamlet in the middle of the Mojave desert, restrict them to four gallons of water per day each, and see what happens.
That was the project, a hybrid science-art experiment. It started off as a water exercise and became a study in cooperation that none of them expected. None of them will ever forget it, either.
“I don’t think everyone knew what they were in for,” said a student.
“It was a really profound experience for all of us,” said one of the faculty. “It exceeded all our expectations of what was going to happen to us.”
Drylab 2023 was co-directed by two Arizona State University faculty members, Marco Janssen and Adriene Jenik.
Janssen, director of the Center for Behavior, Institutions and the Environment and a professor in the School of Sustainability, met a Swiss artist who ran a project bringing artists and scientists together in extreme environments. Think Tunisia, Swiss alpine glaciers and the Mojave desert. The Swiss artist offered the Mojave space to Janssen.
Janssen contacted co-director Adriene Jenik, a professor of intermedia in the Herberger Institute for Design and the Arts.
“We began to hatch the idea,” Jenik said. “We were interested in working together to see how art and science could complement each other, but a bit more open-ended than a typical scientific experiment. ... We decided to create a near-future fictional scenario where we could monitor the amount of resources.”
It’s 2023. Military enlistment is mandatory, and mandated by water scarcity. No enlistment, no water. Eight people are hiding in an almost-dead town, far from any city. They have to live on four gallons of water per person per day and locally grown food.
Water, Part 1
The human body is more than 60 percent water. Blood is 92 percent water, the brain and muscles are 75 percent water, and bones are about 22 percent water.
Water-resources experts at the Pacific Institute in Oakland, California, have estimated that humans require 13.2 gallons of clean water each day to meet basic needs.
Estimates vary, but each person uses about 80-100 gallons of water per day, according to the U.S. Geological Survey.
According to the American Water Works Association, 28 percent of water used in the average household is the result of toilet flushing.
Without water in the desert in summer, most people will die within three to five hours.
Amboy sits on old Route 66 in the middle of the Mojave desert. It’s nicknamed “The Ghost Town That Ain’t Dead Yet.” It’s two hours from a hospital and an hour from groceries.
There’s one full-time resident. His name is Vern. He manages Roy’s Motel and Cafe, which is neither a motel nor a cafe because there’s no running water in Amboy. It’s a gas station that sells sodas, snacks, and $4 per gallon gasoline. Debbie comes up from Twentynine Palms three or four days a week to open the post office.
Visitors tend to be European Route 66 chasers who stop for a photo op and quickly leave. Recent comments on TripAdvisor included:
- “Nothing to see, restrooms are horrible, coffee about the same and not very hospitable.”
- “We thought this might be a boring pointless stop but we actually found it very interesting, a little eerie, but definitely worth seeing!”
- “The bathrooms are dingy. The diner isn't serving food. The motel rooms are gutted. But if you look past all that, you'll get a glimpse into the past.”
- “For myself, Roy's is a landmark that makes me proud to be a (sic) American.”
Willa Gibbs, an ASU non-degree grad student, found Amboy more developed than she imagined.
“What was there was more than I expected,” Gibbs said. The students stayed in an abandoned motel. The bedrooms were especially creepy. “It looked like it was a set for a serial-killer movie.”
Actually, it was. “The Hitcher” — Rutger Hauer and Jennifer Jason Leigh, 1986, “The terror starts when he stops!” — was partly filmed in Amboy.
A flier went around the School of Sustainability at ASU and the arts programs.
“The information was very, very vague,” Gibbs said. The flier said something about limited water and a month in the Mojave, and not much else.
“I was interested in what kind of people would want to do that,” she said.
Jenik was looking for a balance between artists and sustainability scientists. She wanted mature students; that trait would be crucial in a harsh environment. She also looked for a broad variety of skills. Sarra Tekola, earning a doctorate in sustainability, had conflict-resolution skills. Another student had strong documentary skills.
Molly Koehn just graduated with a Master of Fine Arts degree in fiber art. Her work is centered around sustainability.
“I try to live as sustainably as possible,” Koehn said. “It was an interesting project for me. ... I love the desert and hate the city, so that was a plus. It’s surprising how giving and taking the desert is.”
All eight participants were women.
The first three days were pretty mellow, Gibbs said. The first week the temperatures were in the 90s. They set up the toilet, a gray-water system and the kitchen.
Koehn is a self-starting, can-do type. The first weeks she stepped up a lot and took charge. She realized she was being bossy (she used another word) and stepped back.
The blur of campus life with theses, classes and exams evaporated in the desert. It took Koehn a week to get sorted out.
“It was abnormal for me to slow down so much,” she said.
The group had a tank of water that contained the group’s entire allotment for the month. There was a system where their containers were filled daily and logged.
“We really let them go once we set up the initial rules and they got on-site,” Jenik said.
Because of the water limit, the group endured a vegan diet. No wheat, cereals, sugar, coffee, rice, chocolate. And everything they ate had to be local. (From the Mojave. Where nothing grows.)
“What was more difficult than the four gallons was the food restrictions,” Tekola said.
Meals had to be planned in advance because the group went shopping only once a week. It took them about a week to figure out how to put together a decent meal.
“We didn’t have the right food to deal with the heat,” Gibbs said.
Fortunately, the town of Joshua Tree has a farmer’s market. They bought grapes, melons, squash, honey.
“I was hungry all the time,” Tekola said. “Our energy levels were really low.”
Peanuts and dates became the go-to snack. They made soy milk from soy beans. “It takes like two days,” Tevola said. “I don’t think I’ll do that again.” (Without additives, “it tastes like beans.”)
Tekola did a health survey, which involved weighing everyone. Most people lost six or seven pounds. One lost 12 pounds. One person contracted irritable bowel syndrome from the diet.
They made art and bartered with it. It was the only way to get food off the list. Tekola went to work in the gas station. Four of them did a chore for Vern, who gave them a gallon of ice cream. After three weeks of living on squash, beets and quinoa, they all got as sick as a dog.
Cooking was a pain. No one was familiar with preparing the food they had, or with cooking for a large group. (Compounding the hassle was the fact that the breaker box would blow if more than one electric stove was plugged in. They had to cook large amounts of food in batches.) No one was particularly crazy about the food, but it was a POW menu; eat it, because you’re not getting anything else.
The faculty members ate the same food. “We submitted ourselves to the same diet, the same restrictions,” Jenik said. “It didn’t feel right for us to be there eating salmon and having champagne.”
The professors did not spend the entire month in Amboy, although they visited frequently.
Water, Part 2
Most water use went to drinking. “It had to be,” Gibbs said.
Initially the plan was two gallons for personal use, two for the commons. A group vote changed that to three and one.
The communal water was used for cooking, laundry and bathing.
“We were running out of communal water, but people had stacks of private water,” Tekola said.
She ended up with 60 gallons of private water at the end. Most had more than 30 gallons each. One person had 58 gallons.
“It was funny, but people were adamant about not returning to the two and two,” Tekola said. “People started getting scared. ‘I don’t want to give up control of my water.’ ... It was more a mental thing that made people anxious. That was interesting to me: the psycho-social implications of that. ... People’s inclination was to hoard. We saw that during Katrina.”
By the end of the exercise, Tekola was down to using a gallon of water a day, drinking two liters.
She took two and a half showers during the month. She scrubbed down with baby wipes and washed clothes in a bucket. Some people showered and washed their clothes in the gray water. Some washed their hair. Some didn’t. On average they showered once every five days.
Because of the diet, there was very little body odor. Everyone was coated in a layer of dirt and dead skin. What looked like a tan tended to scrub off.
“Time was very different out there,” Koehn said. “Time was a big thing for everyone.”
“We started calling it Desert Time,” Gibbs said. “There was nothing there but us, the buildings, the desert and the wind.”
With no Internet, there was no need to carry around a phone all the time. Time didn’t matter after a while. They did what the sun dictated.
No cell service was a source of anxiety at first, but eventually it felt therapeutic, Tekola said.
“You just have to focus on yourself and each other,” she said.
“The time became wonderful,” Koehn said. She woke up at 5:30 a.m. with the sun. By the end of the last week, they all slept outside.
There was very little shade. When the sun was at its zenith, there wasn’t much shade beside the buildings.
The air-conditioning was in a trailer that also contained their kitchen. It didn’t really work. “It did absolutely nothing,” Gibbs said. It basically pumped in hot air from outside. They learned to run it in the morning to bring cool air inside.
“You were pretty much hot all the time,” she said. “You couldn’t sleep at night because it was so hot.”
Napping and sleeping were popular. Dinner didn’t get started until around 10 p.m. because of the heat. People took bike rides early in the day.
People would put an inch of water in a kiddie pool they had and sit in it. “There was a lot of sitting.” Gibbs liked to go up and sit on a roof. “The wind cools you down even when it’s 108.”
Some brought books. Gibbs brought a lot of books but ended up not reading them. “I kind of sat and talked,” she said. “That’s what a lot of people did.”
Some trekked in the desert. The second week they peeled off and worked on their own: art projects, exploring, writing and making crafts to barter.
“I was expecting it to be like this strange hippie commune where we all hung out together,” Koehn said. “It wasn’t like that.”
Water and food issues were quickly overshadowed by negotiating relationships. There were divides: people who had lived on their own and people who hadn’t. Older people and younger people. The major cultural schism arose from the group makeup: four artists and four scientists.
“That created some contention,” Tekola said. “Our disciplines schooled us differently.”
Artists have studios and jobs. They’re self-motivated, and they make their own paths. Science follows extremely strict protocols established over hundreds of years.
The artists wanted a clean common area. The scientists didn’t really care. The artists didn’t want a schedule. “That’s all the scientists knew were schedules,” Tekola said.
The compromise was people who wanted a schedule got one. People who didn’t want schedules filled in when they wanted to. (No one slacked, Tekola said.)
Inevitably tensions rose because of the heat.
“I think all of us learned how to deal with people who are very different from you in close quarters,” Gibbs said. She put it another way: “learning to deal with other people when you can’t get away from them.”
They restrained behavior, watched their own body language and limits with heat, with food, with others. Some introverts were stressed about being around other people all the time. “No one wanted anyone to feel bad,” Gibbs said.
There was a housekeeping check-in and an emotional well-being check-in.
“You could really tell during the meeting if someone was having a problem,” Gibbs said.
Koehn said if she ever does it again, there won’t be meetings over dinner. They made dinner miserable.
“We never did any name-calling,” she said. Criticism was delivered along the lines of “I found five cups and washed them.”
“That was a recurring thing,” Koehn said.
World War III can break out over dirty dishes.
“And it did,” she said. “I had to think, ‘How much do I teach this person about living with other people?’”
No one really lost it. “Everyone was on their best behavior,” Gibbs said. “No one went completely nuts.”
They voted on group decisions. A hierarchy emerged, even though no one wanted one.
“It was interesting because that was essentially anarchy,” Tekola said.
No one led. How to divide the ice became an issue.
“When you don’t have leaders and you don’t have roles, it requires more accountability,” Tekola said. “People have to stand up.”
“Some people just do more than others,” she said. “There’s a difference between equality and equity.”
Everyone moved at a different pace. “That was something we had to take into account,” Tekola said. “Individualistic society makes cooperation difficult.”
Highs and lows
“There’s a whole history in art of people doing endurance performances, where they put their body on the line,” Jenik said.
A British artist and architect lives on a floating island he made out of 100,000-plus plastic bottles. Jenik calls Drylab “extreme experiential learning.” It’s the first time it has been done at ASU.
Obviously it was extreme. The motel rooms where the students lived had no air-conditioning. Jenik got heat exhaustion.
“That was a surprise because I’m a desert rat,” she said. “I was running around telling everyone how dangerous the heat is.”
Her temperature spiked...