Last night - in my dream - I was a clove of roasting garlic, oiled and crackling in a boat like husk.
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27.8.12
Tell me...
Last night - in my dream - I was a clove of roasting garlic, oiled and crackling in a boat like husk.
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11.7.12
2.7.12
What do we sound like?
we got a SOUNDCLOUD, now. what are you gonna do about it? e-mail studio@supermanicecreamcollective.com to get this image with PASSCODE and LOGIN info!!! Continue
14.6.12
7.6.12
In the works
St. Louis' Laumeier Park needs an installation, and they've designated this over-grown pool and its surrounding pavilions. I'll be working with a landscape chica from Harvard. She's got something with soil remediation and the procession into the forest up her sleeve; I get to play with projections. Yay, summer.
2.6.12
web mock-ups
it's time to meet your (web)maker
i'm working on some basic layouts for the new web page, which is mainly just a 'who we are'/branding thing as well as links to 3 major pages:
1. feed: everyone has to eat. eventually, every collective member (that wants one) will have a feed. we will also use this space for visiting contributors. we welcome art projects, architectural interventions, writing, curated links/video, and anything else you can pitch as interesting! this might be the closest we get to a zine yet...
2. studio (or blog): where we will hopefully be workshopping ideas/posting all our summer projects (temps and i have found some good competitions already)
3. like on fb: so we look like social beings
which one do you liiiiiiiike???? suggestions?? Continue
30.5.12
website concept
sketched this beauty
out last night
while trying to facebook people
who know how to tell me how to do it.
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29.5.12
26.5.12
COO COO KITCHEN **Pilot Episode**
23.5.12
I know how I can steal ideas from America
Grandma would only play cherry slot in Niagara.
Butter lambs with Clove Eyes,
If you let it,
across the American Landscape
Operable Windows,
Hawaiian Standards,
black Men
Please Don't Apply.
so monumental,
yard sales, food, stamps,
privacy for either place,
good bleach,
swimming pools, cut n fill,
fuckn' huge
deep -fried, crunch-wrapped,
bullshit tacos,
clear as mud,
In the jungles of grocery store aisles,
what we grew to know
was separate from what we (did).
She has a devil baby,
before the sun blow up.
floor jacks
When I was a child,
I would skip so fast, so hard
that I could fly, float, hover,
a levitation,
physical, fantastical reality.
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2.5.12
23.4.12
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