Ink on paper, cardboard, masking tape, hot glue, fake flowers, mardi gras beads, spray foam insulation, spray paint, January 2013
60” x 40” x 2”
On view in Divine at Leedy Voulkos Art Center January 3rd-March 1st 2013. (Selected for Purchase Award in this juried exhibition)
Triptychs, originating in early Christian art, are commonly found as altarpieces. They often illustrate moral themes and religious stories. Original triptychs were comissioned by the Church to speak in the language of captivating art to the lower classes. Now, with so many stories being created without any “official” moral, new moral tales can come to the surface without repression- captivating art can made by the lower classes, not just received. This is one of our stories. As artists, we feel a reverent humility in taking ordinary materials and moments and attempting to elevating them, with appreciation, care, and metallic spray paint, to something sacred, or dare we say, divine.
Interactive performance, October 2013, Paragraph Gallery, Kansas City MO.
A participatory play where Linz & Chaz had some crazy dreams, and the audience had to reenact them all! The audience found themselves performing as they were prompted to dance, fight, celebrate, mourn, and nest.
Presented as part of Liminal, a night of interactive performances curated by Carmen Moreno for Black House Collective's Black Lab Series.
You will so totally NOT believe in what happened to us this summer! While we were in NYC we took a Home-Away-From-Home Economics Class, and our teacher Miss Weebus totally hated our guts! She gave us this cray cray assignment to carry an egg around for two days without breaking it, to prove that we’re responsible or whatever. But when she brought in the eggs to pass them out, there were a bunch of normal chicken eggs and this one like totally gigantic egg- what the eff even laid that thing?! And then when she passed them out she OF COURSE gave us the crazy like 6 feet huge egg CUZ SHE HATES US!!!! So we’re like what the shit, how are we even going to get this shit home? Se we found a stroller in a pile of trash and strapped it into to that and carted it home. BUT THEN!!! YOU! WILL! NOT! BELIEVE! THIS! When we got home… the egg freaking HATCHED! Like, whaaaaaaaaaat?!?!?! So we’re like AHHHHHHHHH my God MIss Weebus totally gave us the giant cray egg that hatched cuz I TOOOOLD YOU SHE HATED US!!! Anyway, so now we have a giant baby chicken to take care of for three days- and holy crap, let me tell you- this chick was HUNGRY!!! We fed him everything we had in the house but he was STILL HUNGRY! We totally didn’t know what to do so we put him back in the stroller and named him Cregg and were like “shit… let’s take him to the park” cuz there’s people in the park, right? And maybe they have shit to feed him, right?? It took us all day to walk to the park, and the whole way people stopped us and were like, “holy crap, that’s a giant baby chicken!” and we were like “UH CHYA IT IS! Do you have anything to feed him cuz HE’S HUNGRY!” So people fed him stuff all day which was GREAT. So we got to the park and camped out, and the next day we woke up and… YEP! STILL HUNGRY! So we asked the people in the park if they had anything to feed Cregg and they fed him all sorts of stuff! And at the end of the day, all our friends came to the park with food for Cregg and we had a big picnic! It was awesome! But yea… CREGG WAS STILL HUNGRY! But here’s the thing- we realized that all of Cregg’s food was just dropping into the bottom of his shell so no matter how much we fed his hunger, he would never be happy. There was only one thing to do- we had to free Cregg from his egg so he could be free of his hunger! So we picked up a big stick and hit Cregg’s shell. We had to use a blindfold to protect our eyes. It started to crack and then, when everyone helped tear the egg off of Cregg we found all this awesome stuff inside!!!
2 pairs of fancy panties
A shit ton of tootsie rolls
A shit ton of peppermints (the good soft kind)
3 pack of permanent markers
People I Think I Saw by Daniel Zender (zine!)
A bunch of sticks wrapped in construction tape
Drawings of Cregg by kids
$$$ Money $$$
Several bags of chips
A magic wand
and the stuff of dreams
Cregg was so happy to be free! We heard him as he disappeared into the humid July in New York night. With a broken egg and missing baby, Miss Weebus totally failed us…but you know, fuck it, YOLO.