My house is full of animals and castoff Christmas decorations and I am hella frustrated. The other night I found a Jenga piece in a whole set of tagged-up Jenga in a bar that said “Sofa King” on one side and “Penis” on the other in the same handwriting, and I can’t scan this fantastic artifact to put up for all to see because I can’t learn to scan intuitively as I thought I would be able to when I got this scanner-printer without the manual. Shouldn’t any person born after 1980 be able to just learn how to scan intuitively? There are fucking cat poops and glitter dunes all over my god damn house. Jesus, come early.

Jason Karolak.

Luke Gregory.

Erin Mcsavaney.

Elisabeth Lecourt.

Please note that Le Gaga is dressed like Le Napoleon.

Michael Johansson.

Making art out of old junk requires a very particular economic profile that as far as I can tell belongs only to the old guard nations of industrialization. It’s neat to think about.

I’m so into this. Imagine if all of the houses on this hillside were built into the mountain—every house would enjoy a completely unobstructed view, and be perfectly insulated from weather, provided the entrances faced the winter sun. So cool!