Like with so many other exhibits and performances that I’ve attended and sometimes written about lately, this one featured a great spirit that tapped into the DIY energy that has pervaded the city in recent months.
So why not have a masked guitarist in the corner and a small baby pool in the middle of the gallery for green sliming volunteers periodically throughout the night?
Maybe they needed some chaperones after all . . .
I was definitely glad I took my camera too, especially since words are now failing me.