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
"artists" keep churning out...
but then what do we do when rent comes around?
my thoughts cannot
begin to describe this
experience..
it was so much more
than any one person's
anything...
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