So there we all were, back in the early days of the 21st century, in Wisconsin, in the winter. It was freezing cold and darker than a closet-full of goths. I was throwing a homebrew party just about every other month, and while we were stuffed to the gills with an unlimited supply of ginger-mead, we thought, why not start an avant-garde art collective?
A project that liberates art from the restraints of actual execution.
An exploration of a world trash.
The five year anniversary of the first project.