There Are Three Artists Inside of Me

First, the 15 year old. In a tiny room in his dad's basement, screaming into a microphone. The smashing of drums and squealing of electric guitars permanently damages his hearing. The band's name is Go To Hell. Their longest song is 48 seconds. It's called "Daddy Ate My Eyes". It's inspired by a news story about a man on bath salts who ate his daughter's goddamn eyes.He hates the play Our Town. It's saccharine, sentimental, and boring.


Second, the 21 year old. On his laptop, tucked away from the rest of the party. He doesn't want to talk to any of them anyway. He's focused on cueing up a new track. Matching the beat. Mixing the bass. Plotting how to make the sweaty, sardine-packed crowd move next. He plays "Blind" by Hercules and Love Affair. Someone gets on a countertop to dance. It's his 60 year old dramaturgy professor.He likes the play Our Town. It's a clever indictment of small-town American life.


Third, the 35 year old. Another tiny room, but this time, it's his own house. He has his fiddle in his lap. His brow is furrowed as he plays Emmett Lundy's "Sally Goodin" from the top at half speed for the umpteenth time. The A part is fine, but the B part... For some reason, he just can't hear it yet. He tries again, even slower now, but it keeps slipping through his fingers. "Fuck it," he says. He plays a tune he knows instead. He plays it for the next half hour without stopping.He loves the play Our Town. It's one of the most beautiful pieces of writing he's ever read. The Stage Manager's speech about Babylon brings him to tears.

"We presented two different options to our client, each of which had its own structural and even philosophical implications. The first option was to prefabricate the building and erect it quickly. By erecting a fireproof steel skeleton, we could cover the shape with chicken wire and spray concrete. This would allow us to assemble the building in record time - approximately forty-two months - but the building would have a certain flimsiness to it, and therefore a certain unreality. There was, however, another option, in which the construction time could remain one of the attractions of the building. We proposed a crew of just twenty-four Belgians begin the building in reinforced concrete, and simply grow old with the construction. The minimal progress of the building, in the intervals of different rides on the ships, would be a strong part of the building’s appeal, while after forty or fifty years, the Belgian construction workers, by then old men, would finally reach the top. The price of this option was that construction was very slow, but the end product would be a completely authentic and real building."- Rem Koolhaas, Dutch architect

"What kind of North Sea boat terminal is your life?"

- Matthew Goulish, Small Acts of Repair: Performance, Ecology, and Goat Island

Core Values

Craft • Privacy • Usefulness • Companionship • Dignity