i didn't find my camera until the
very end which fortunately left us
with more tangible work done in
the space, but disallowed
documentation of all the comings
and goings of the people involved.
 
it was such an endurance piece, a
fantastic ultimate that was
sublime in its lack of
expectation, and yet so much was
produced from it.  so much in fact
that some of the pieces remained
up for a month in the space.  

it was not curated, but when
you're nailing found wood to the
walls of your warehouse where
there are riotous loud shows most
nights, you let it go.  my dreams
of hosting an art show would be
difficult to negotiate with bands
perhaps feeling limited in their
expression by the necessary
delicacy of art surrounding
them...who knows...maybe we need a
different kind of art altogether.  
one that can't fetishy commodify
that stuff we "artists" keep
churning out...but then what do we
do when rent comes around?
leah and i sit near our collaborative piece
my thoughts cannot begin to
describe this experience.. it
was so much more than any
one person's anything...
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