Downward Dishwasher

Let’s drive to the mall, on the way, discuss our big box allegiances. Seeing like a camera, we are so trained, even the landscape is arranged by the rule of thirds. Highway, barrier, sky. pavement, selected plants soften breeze block architecture at the mid point. like the photographic picture plane the facade is front view only, falling apart upon close looking, surface with the illusion of depth. 

We got this way of building from driving, a quick smear is enough, the affective qualities of render, plaster, texture conjure the piazza, the cobbled village street. Who are “the pedestrians”?  Drive to the mall: dissolves into traffic, Target, shitty mall mandalas, water features, mail order cairns and weaponized mulch spreading. No idle discussion.

do one thing a day that scares you

do one thing a day that scares you

do one thing a day that scares you

do one thing a day that scares you

Let’s drive to a yoga class. 1-2-1 fitness. Soft regards hard with envy. Fuck all of our 21st century success-worship love-hate lives. Self care is a full time job. The revolutionary potential of self-care becomes the disassociative model of consumer healthism.

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dance, sing, floss and travel 

dance, sing, floss and travel

dance, sing, floss and travel

dance, sing, floss and travel

Downward Dishwasher exhibition by Elena Harvey Collins and Liz Roberts at the sunroom project space in Cleveland, Ohio. Video plays on all existing screens in the house, the sunroom itself contains custom scatter pillows and Downward Dishwasher pamphlets. An astroturf path leads viewers across the backyard to a zen garden sound installation, rock speakers emanating voiceover of the above excerpted text.