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Instead of, almost there...

It's best to be wrong with a hammer in hand then to be right outside thank you - A birthday song for the birthday crew As in the hot jazzy beats of the day, the steel and glass represented here borrows from a rich tradition of Latin flavors like samba and salsa. You'll see this in the strong interplay of the steel and glass as it reflects the seasons and the lively urban lifestyles that surround it. The tower is guided by the principles of song. It's measured and it serves it's purpose. The beginning and the end serve a similar function to the building's top and it's bottom, they're similar but different. The one is informed by the other and our experience of both is all the more rich for connecting each of them.




We'll stack the plates on the edge of the sink and talk about the farm for awhile. I can gather my thoughts and shew out a few of the more persistent fly's in my truth. But for now let's get this story straight. Our crazy union is blin…

Meet Me In St Louis, Crowe T Brookes, St Louis, MS (2002)

A dozen or so artists from Chicago were invited to St Louis to participate in, Meet Me In St Louis. It was Mardi Gras weekend and uncommonly warm. The show was installed at Crowe T. Brookes. The space was downtown among the taller somewhat derelict remains from the previous century of boom. Before it was commandeered as a culture hub the 4th or 5th floor of the building was an unremarkable industrial space. By 2002 it was already imagining itself transformed into a flattering collection of spare roomlets with stainless micro kitchens and brisk patios for bachelor inspired hibachi maneuvers.
Once the drinking and the revelry was over and we picked ourselves up off the floors and the short sofa's. When we had finally poked at our last beers brushed our teeth and smoked a cigarette then we gathered for brunch at a fluffy little crepe shack. We were 4 abutted tables drinking our coffees black and chewing up our buttery eggs. Or we were one long table for twelve waiting for our turn t…

Opening reception, no bones in our hands

campfire sing along, I don't care...