TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER
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11.06.04, saturday afternoon
Dude. All the murals got buffed only a few hours after the opening ended! And sixty-five owls were taken down, my video missing.
Unexpected and nearly total destruction. After weeks of sweat, labor, and monetary investment on the part of artists who commuted by bike and public transportation to work in a cold, dark, unfriendly space and put together a fuckin' kick-ass show.
Before we could take decent documentation.
Because of one kid who wasn't the fuckin' star, who couldn't leave his ego at the door or go home. Man, is he gonna get it!