A lunatics tragic glory box, a hoarders homage to the moon.
An installation for the Bohemian Masquerade ball October 2009, an attic of insane and epic proportions, woven webs and custer-fucks of complex trash and treasures.
Moonlit dream scape of junk and tumble down.
Play ground for party goers to prowl, and pinch. Eye candy for the deranged, a peak into a future, the disaster and madness of doomsayers.
A lesson for me on the importance documentation…