36 Hours of Dancing in the Dust

In week 4, we broke our own rules, we broke our own work, we danced on the roof in the rain, we made edible paintings, we dreamed up absurdities and asked google to translate them, we cautiously covered bones in gold and engineered handsfree painting machines. Days spent at the beach, a scalp cyclops sculpture & conversations with the fishermen.

In 36 hours, we transformed a fish factory into an exhibition. We named it Borderline Vanilla / I Hate this Shit Museum.