This show was at a space we had no prior history with, and they were generous enough to take a risk on housing us for a one night/two day performance installation. It was set up through friends of ours at Peres Projects, and one of their friends who worked at the gallery. Christian Strike had no idea what to expect from us, and he and the directors were very open to our ragtag arrival and our expectation to be working all night with lots of beer in the gallery and chainsawing in the street and sidewalk right out in front.
The show was an invitation to do a performance, so we stepped it up a bit, and got a chainsaw and a nice sized Douglas Fir log to carry down to L.A. Everybody worked on the log for a few days in the driveway of my cabin in Washougal before we loaded it up and enjoyed a long two day drive and two nights of camping on the way down to L.A. We had a great time together, and built some colorful and ambitious sculptures in a long all-nighter. In many ways, this show was like our show in a 10, 000 square foot space with TBA, condensed into a 500 square foot space in one night. There was lots of dancing, singing, wrestling and spirited/messy collaborating.
This show was the first time that I realized that we may need some kind of cohesive directing, and I took some time to put together a small pep-talk in advance of our show. I think, I had a beer can and a plastic cup full of wine thrown at me while I talked to the group, and somebody kept knocking over my chair. Things have gotten better.