23 June 2008

It's been a while since I posted anything I've been up to artistically. Here are two metal pieces I've been working on in the past couple semesters.

I made these in Intermediate Metals 2 but they "let go" of Richard Prillaman, master silversmith, a week before classes began, so Bill Price, the replacement, barely had time to get moved let alone line out a lesson plan. So our first project (to research the history of tea and create a tea infuser based on that research) ended up being our only required project for the semester. I completed most of one other project, a sundial that my grandfather has been hounding me over since he saw the first one I made in Introduction to Metalsmithing my second semester. Twasn't Bill's fault our semester was so misguided. We ended up missing nearly a third of our classes due to holidays, advisory days, and a few sick days on his behalf. Regardless, Price has done more in renovating that metals studio in his short career at MCA than I have seen any department leader do. New cabinets, torches, and countertops.

Anyway. This is my tea infuser. The cap of the acorn is copper, the base is nickel, the branch is silver, and it's held together by small magnets.








Here is my sundial. It's 22g copper sheet, formed to hell, with lost wax cast bronze head, tail and feet, and an unintentional mix of silver and lead solder.



I made the sundial as a going-away present for my grandparents, who are moving to Florida tomorrow for their retirement. They both loved it, and I was pretty fucking proud I finally finished it.

13 April 2008

Self Portrait in Tree of Life


Salvaged wooden chandelier, sculpey, silver wire, plaster, epoxy, acrylic. April 2008


Thar she blows.
5:30AM Friday morning, the day it was due.

This was my response piece to the week I spent in Mexico City during Spring Break. I made the sculpture for the post-international travel exhibition, participation a requirement to gain studio credit for the trip. It's a self portrait in a modernized version of the traditional trees of life made in certain areas of Mexico (the tradition really only perpetuates through four remaining families). They were originally used as elaborate candelabras given to newlywed couples on the wedding day, but have since claimed their own stake in the folk art world, and transformed eventually into Dies de las Muertas shrines, commemorating lost loved ones.

Mine holds a self portrait in the center, done in the folk art style, complete with signature side pony tail and nose ring (a bit of bent wire through the nostril orifices). I hold a bouquet of flowers to honor the dead. The tree itself is an evolution of an abstract flowing curved forms that I've been working with for the past several years, painted stark white and decorated with tear drops that flow down to the trunk, where they pool under me. These represent actual tears, and they are watering the tree (and me) to illustrate the point in my life I was at when I made the trip to Mexico. It was a difficult, introspective period in which recognizing problems, crying my eyeballs out, and moving on & growing were paramount. There are seven dangling tear drops as well, for things I have not totally gotten over, and perhaps will not, for the best. These are the fruits of the tree. The two sets of wrestling masks are a take on the universal theatrical symbol of happy/sad masks, representing the balance of melancholy and joy in my life, set on either side of me.

The four skeletons represent four of the deaths that have affected me the most: My great-grandmother, who I witnessed deteriorate in mind for years from Alzheimers, a disease that runs rampant in my family among women, and thus a very real reality for my future; My fifth-grade teacher, Mr. Williamson, who personally addressed administration to have me considered for honors programs and enriched art classes as young kid paving the way to achieve a lot more academically in high school, who had a diabetic seizure while driving and hit a tree, severing his spine; Laura Marie Ragonese-Snik, the aunt that I never got to meet, who was on the 101st floor of the second WTC building hit on September 11th, 2001, and whose death ravaged my family for years; My first theatre teacher, Mr. Collins, who died only last month from a stroke.

Unfortunately, when this sculpture went on display, the shelf on which it was placed was not properly secured to wall, and when my father made a special trip to midtown to see it, and rested a finger on the shelf, it fell and smashed into 20 or so pieces. Miraculously, the heavy plaster base made it in tact, and almost all of the armature as well. An hour of epoxy had it looking like nothing had ever happened, as most of the breaks had occurred at the joints. Unfortunately again, before I could reattach the self-portrait sculpture to the base, Shea jostled the shelf in the studio on which it was resting, and it was smashed irreparably. So, I am in the process of completely resculpting, baking, gluing, and painting it currently. The professor who wrongly hung the shelf is graciously paying me for the repairs as well, so all is okay. I planned to add to it anyway, and now I have a good reason to do so.

Among the additions, I plan to include a small, skeletal cat at my feet, to represent Bill, my childhood cat of 19 years who also deteriorated slowly over the past few years. Mute, blind in one eye, arthiritic and crippled from multiple strokes, and nearly deaf, he was eventually put down this past year.

This is probably the most persona lintrospective piece I have ever made, and definitely the one piece I have put so much time, effort, and love into. Nothing was half-assed. I barely slept for a week straight to make this exactly as I wanted it. I have never been so upset as when I saw it smash, but in a way, it's cruelly fitting for it to have broken. To make a piece about rebirth trough death; growth through destruction.. it makes sense for it to be destroyed for me to rebuild, all over again. And for it to be destroyed by the two men in my life that mean the most to be is... inexplicable, really. I'm not sure if it means anything, and if it does, I can only see negative warning in it.

Regardless.

10 April 2008

06 April 2008

Eclipsed

So, for Illustrated Story last week, we had to read a short story and adapt into comic form, rather, sequential narrative.. since it's not very lighthearted subject matter. I've been scouring the internet for a copy of the story, but to no avail, so until I get around to scanning it, here's the comic:



14x17" Bristol board, ink & ink wash.

19 March 2008

Graphics Class Stuff

I just wasted six hours of my life in Intro. to Computer Graphics. Boring. One of those classes I already know half the things I'm being taught, but have to wait on everyone else to catch up. Today we've been going through the basics of Photoshop, making still lifes out of stock photography. I made two, and all but landed an illustration job with the Memphis branch of the Navy via e-mail. Here they are (the still lifes, not the Navy):


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08 March 2008

Against Me: Reinventing Axl Rose

"...Just gimme a scene where the music is free / And the beer is not the life of the party / There's no need to shit talk or impress / 'Cause honesty and emotion are not looked down upon / And every promise that's made and bragged / is meant if not kept / We'd do it all because we have to, not because we know why / Beyond a gender, race, and class, we could find what really holds us back

Let's make everybody sing / That they are the beginning and ending of everything / That we all are stronger than everything they taught us that we should fear."

Defiance, Ohio : Drinking Song

"The first thing we do if we want to get through this dependency that we've been courting / Is to finally come clean with the lines read between and make flat feet of tiptoes we're walking / Say, "We're finished." Say, "We're sorry." Say, "We're scared there's this weight we can't carry." / Say, "I'm lonely, and frustrated, and I'm ready to be here to hear that."

And try as we might we'll try and we might... /crumble these walls with a flood of our words and we'll have a foundation to hold us... All these things i want to say, like "Honesty is so underrated." We're in this together, and that's okay. So why are we so afraid to say it?"

06 March 2008

Who's going to Mexico with half her friends, an art history professor, and an anthropologist? This guy.

24 February 2008

Art Dump

2 More in my Series of Personified Cigarette Brand Demons:
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I bought two Moleskines yesterday. They're barely 3x5in at a whopping $10 per! But I figured I should get some while I had a few extra dollars before they are gone forever. And having a friend at the Art Center to help on discounts is a good incentive.

Ah yes, and I think I'm getting obsessed with Meso-American culture.

Observation

It is totally pointless to be a PetCo Pals member as a snake-owner. Mice never go on sale, and you can't choose what brand of mouse to buy.

19 February 2008

Just finished this poster for tomorrow's class. So tired. No sleep in two nights. Must rest.



REVISION:


Now that I look at it... I like the text of the first more. I'll probably change that & reprint.

17 February 2008

Pet Peeve #459

When photographers try to reproduce famous paintings with a "modern spin". Especially when it's done badly, and especially when the photographer relies on the merit of the original work to give the new shit quality, or context.

EXAMPLE:



INTO:



How can you even presume to capture all of the layers of that painting with a snapshot? How can you simplify Klimt's obsessive markmaking into a wallpaper pattern? How can you dumb his figures down to a mop-headed teenager in a smock? How can you not pay attention to the most simple picture plane aspects shared by painting & photography, so that there is no similarity in poise, mood, lighting, placement, delineation of space, shape, form, color, ANYTHING?

Art Dump

So Valentines Day has come & gone, and I got a manicure, pedicure, massage, steak dinner, bottle of table wine, and awesome Sci-Fi movie out of it all. What a darling boy I have, eh? All of my brilliant birthday gift ideas for Shea fell miserably through, so I ended up drawing him a caricature, like he had been whining at me to do. The angle of his head throws off the upwardly curled lip, so the smile I intended to balance out his wide eyes kindof disappeared... Or maybe I just think that, and it looks fine, and I should shut up so you think it looks good too...



Also, as of late, I have to say I'm still pretty excited by all the ideas I get these days for projects. The ideas I have are always stupid, or silly, or basically, not intended for a canvas or gallery, in the most blunt, stereotypical terms. It's as if finally taking a studio class that allows & even encourages silliness, stories, caricatures, and black ink has given me license to utilize them all again. Although I felt at the time that I was doing the right thing by challenging myself to draw naturalistically, I was bored to tears. It's really picturesque to think I came to art school to grow out of my comic book style of drawing, and have 4 semesters in, fallen right back into it, full-steam.

Anyway, I quite smoking this week, so I'm doing a cope piece. I'm attempting to personify individual cigarette brands into demons. I just finished the first last night, though I think I might be redoing him completely...



That's all, folks!

12 February 2008

Pet Peeve #346:

People who come into the school computer lab, among several diligently working students, strictly to use the internet to check myspace and listen to music without headphones. Some kid just walked in here all huffy, sat down, loudly whispered FUCK a few times, finally settled himself, and has since played "Groove is in the Heart", "You Make Me Feel Like Dancin", and "The Best Things in Life Are Free". I guess this is his way of decompressing. How do some people seem to have absolutely no radar as to how fucking loud they are?

10 February 2008

F - R - E - E
THAT SPELLS FREE
CREDIT REPORT DOT COM BABY


This is my favorite of the FreeCreditReport.com commercials. I was singing this particular jingle inanely all day at school last week, and someone asked what the name of that band was. I hadn't really thought of them being a band, but I think it was Derrick I was talking to that brought up the observation that it's the same couple of guys each commercial. I did a little research, and they are not a band.

The singer is a guy named Eric Violette, and he is a French actor. Here's his website: http://www.ericviolette.com/. The video on the front page has him, slightly pudgier, speaking in French about what seems to be a montage of his dramatic roles in low-budget soap operas. I wasn't sure if this was the guy or not, till I checked out his experiences and saw, Rôle principal in Free credit report, réalisateur Danny Leiner under the Publicité section.

09 February 2008

Vertically Integrated Culturejamming

I just found this Amercian Apparel spoof. It's done so well! It has apparently been posted all over LA, recently.



Even better, though, was this Onion article: 14 American Apparel Models Freed

07 February 2008

Octopus Ink or IBS?

4 panel Comic due today in class, far from completion:



I feel like this has become some odd parallel between octopi and people with Irritable Bowel Syndrome, or intense gastrointestinal problems. Poor lil' inker. I'll be posting the completed version sometime between now and Tuesday.

Ill-Fated

Alas, all of the doctors' diagnoses and recommendations and prescriptions came to a head this week. Being but eleven years old and having a man with cold hands prod your neck, take some blood, and conclude that you would be taking a pill every morning for the rest of your life to make up for your body's insuffiency is perhaps overwhelming, but manageable. Being nineteen and having a very obese but particularly intelligent man tell you that one pill a day is going to become closer to six... It's a bit frustrating. I hate it, but I can deal with it.

Here's me dealing with it:



And here is my lovely doctor:

05 February 2008

Seven Deadly Sins

Assignment 2 for Illustrated Story was to create a narrative, again with no words, that alluded in some way to each of the seven deadly sins: sloth, lust, avarice, envy, gluttony, wrath, and vanity. While brainstorming, I dilluted the sins down to basic selfishness, neglect, and self-absorption. I figured if I had one person to embody each of the sins, they'd have a lot in common as far as guilt goes, and if they were for some reason all together in one room, it might be them dealing with it individually. From there, the dots connected, and I've sat in on enough NA meetings to accurately portray the scene. Here's the revised version, post-critique.




30 January 2008

29 January 2008

So tomorrow I turn in my first assignment for Illustrated Story. It was to teach the viewer how to do something visually, without text whatsoever. I decided to waking up in the morning, with a bit of a twist. It ended up being more of a narrative rather than an instructional how-to. I like it anyhow.

24 January 2008

First Week of the Semester

So the first week of school is about over. Okay, it was only three days, but it seemed more. Art & Design of the 1950's is going to be interesting, I think, but Art of the First People: Mexico is going to be better, because my professor gets so flustered talking about ethnicity due to fear of offending someone, but he's pretty cornered into the discussion, considering the class subject. Intro to Computer Graphics was a little slow for a six-hour course, but our first assignment turned out to be fun-sounding. More on that later-- for now, I just wanted to post the in-class assignment from today's Illustrated Story class. I'd like to actually consistently scan/document my work this semester and log it, so here goes.

The assignment was to draw instructions on how to tie one's shoes, using no text. I kindof like how mine turned out, though I think I may have skipped a step at the end trying to finish in time.


(The top is just an illustration of a hightop for fun.)


Today, after class, I bought my required texts, and on the way home I got to thinking about how Rozelle stuff and preparing for this big show on Saturday for the past two months has given me a lot to do, especially on Tuesday when I had a 4 hour break between classes and instead of going home to nap or eat or watch TV, I cleaned up the warehouse with Andy. I was thinking about how I enjoy having something productive to do during normally unproductive times, and how this show in particular has really pushed us all into doing so much more work together that we normally don't do, and then as I pulled up to school, I thought to put up some flyers. So I reached into the backseat to get the box of flyers, and I found my brand new digital camera that has been missing for a week or so, generally stressing me out. So Rozelle is not only helping me feel accomplished, but literally helping me find shit I lose.

22 January 2008

When, oh when, will they synthesize antibiotics that don't make one nauseated.

17 January 2008

I do love it when my horoscope tells me to take a break and have a relaxing time with friends.

Over the past month or so, I've been meeting with members of Rhodes' CODA (Center for Outreach in the Development of the Arts) to plan out a community-wide Student Advocates for the Arts organization. I'll be founding the Memphis College of Art chapter with my roommate Brenna and close friend Kelly Seagraves. Katherine Gentsch & Lauren Kennedy are establishing one at Rhodes, and we'll be out at the U of M booth fair next Friday luring in pro-active Memphis students to complete the holy trinity. Hopefully, if all goes well, we'll have a small meeting space/office at First Congo, and be able to meet with a larger group. I know that one of my weaknesses is signing up for more and more work that I will probably regret in some stress-induced homicide later on in the semester, but I can't help that I'm so interested in so many things! I love to write, lead, curate, deliberate, debate, create, and challenge myself. (Thus comes Rozelle Artists Guild, Black & White, Student Alliance, Brode Gallery, & now SAA) But I think this particular endeavor will not end up squashing my shoulders with burden, as I'm not putting myself in a position to receive the full brunt of the responsibilities. I've got a small but reliable & responsible group to work with.

Other than that, I put together this little overview of my works this week. I love this portfolio site, it's easy and looks clean. Check it out: laurenrae.carbonmade.com

Shea and I started a checking account for Rozelle, to avoid being robbed again, and I set up our paypal this week; even added a Donate button to our myspace (myspace.com/wearememphis). The warehouse is clean and heat-proofed, and I think it'll look damn good by our next show. Which by the way, you ought to attend:



That's all, folks!

07 January 2008

Sanssouci Collective : Do not judge Memphis co-ops based on them.

The "Sanssouci Collective" sprang up about the time we at Rozelle were starting to make some headway as far as networking, gaining attention, and cleaning up the warehouse. They consist of one MCA student, one MCA dropout, one U of M student, and one floater, to my knowledge, who rented out a house together to cut down on the cost of living in Midtown. A financially-wise decision, if one actually knows of four people they'd depend on to bring in the rent every month. Now, it's not the living situation that bothers me, no not at all, though I must say the 2 founders either have a very understanding or very awkwardly twisted relationship, as they are ex-lovers, yet live together. No, my qualm, is simply that they HAD to have a name. It's as if they're all so proud of the fort they built out of couch cushions and tablecloths, that they must tape a notebook paper sign on the chair leg, by the entrance flap. Although I use that a bit condescendingly, I'm sure such playful, childlike imagery would appeal to them greatly; they'd probably make a whole party based off of forts! I'm getting ahead of myself though.

It's the NAME that irked me to begin with, and it's that bloody, awful, bad example that name perpetuates that just infuriates me. The Sanssouci Collective. They've been so gracious to provide the definition of a collective on their website for me:

" collective: (n.) a group of people who share or are motivated by at least one common issue or interest, or work together on a specific project(s) to achieve a common objective. collectives are also characterized by attempts to share and exercise political and social power and to make decisions on a consensus-driven and egalitarian basis. "

Quite a mouthful, eh? Sounds very in-tune, very intelligent, very Midtown-saavy, eh? It's easy. A collective is a group of people that don't even have to live together, who are united by one or more ideals or goals, and work toward them together. Rozelle does not live together (although living in Midtown pretty much ensures that no one is farther than 4 blocks from another), yet we call meetings to UNITE in one living room, to discuss the COMMON GOAL of making money to incorporate.

My point is that collectives, BY VIRTUE OF COLLECTIVISM, talk. They get together. They discuss. They argue. They agree. But most of all, before any of that happens, they have GOALS, they have IDEALS, and they have STRATEGIES or IDEAS for REACHING those GOALS. You see, I was skeptical of the group from the beginning. A group of kids sharing a kitchen does not in any way, shape, or form mean they are working collectively, collaboratively, cooperatively, or that they have the slightest idea what those words truly mean. They may be cooking for each other once in a while, or splitting the cost of whiskey on a Friday night, but COLLECTIVELY is not a word one can throw around just because you pay the rent all together.

The Sanssouci Collective, EVEN THOUGH members could literally walk down the hallway or up the stairs to run an idea by the others, do not talk. They do not meet, and discuss, and argue, and agree. They have nothing TO discuss. They would honestly be building forts to meet in all week long, and then sit inside them, confused. Or plan a fort party, as I mentioned before.

Whoa, Lauren, what are you saying, here? How about we give the Sekisui kids a chance to tell us what they are about:

" the sanssouci collective strives to cultivate a genuine community in memphis through egalitarian, consensus-driven participation while sharing and practicing alternative ways of thinking, of interacting with each other, and of living. "

Those sound like goals to me! Big, optimistic, vague, idealistic goals, but goals nonetheless. Let's break it down. EGALITARIAN: referring to a governing system that provides equal voice to all its members, yet every I talk to, other than to 2 founders, about anything at all to do with SC, looks at me nervously or blankly, and tells me to ask them. How are all your members to be equal, when they are not even endowed with the same information. If they don't know what time the party is tonight, did they really have any say in its happening?

Which brings me to my next point: they probably didn't. CONSENSUS-DRIVEN: meaning the group has deliberated and then agreed on a particular mode of action, and that only those ideas which were widely agreed upon will ever reach fruition. I am confident in saying there is not a more hypocritical group of syllables in their entire mission statement. Let me back that up with a few firsthand accounts.

The Dr. Suessy Collective announced plans to host a Nude Party directly following Rozelle's spiel about incorporation, affiliation to CAM, and keeping a professional reputation for the public during a monthly Collectives Association of Memphis meeting. When I expressed opposition to a member, I was told, "I had nothing to do with it, I didn't even know, it was ____'s idea."

The week of the Rozelle Rummage Sale (which had by that point already been advertised on the CAM calendar, message boards, & mailing lists for over a month), Sanssouci planned a party for the night before, which consisted entirely of dancing drunkenly to 90's music until late into the night, and actually had the nerve to ask if they could come use the warehouse when they were done, sometime in the wee hours of the morning, to play capture the flag, as if completely oblivious to the fact that all of Rozelle would be in bed early for that silly 7AM Rummage sale thingy. When I expressed my frustration on this matter to a member, I was told, "I had nothing to do with it, I didn't even know about the sale, it was ____'s idea."

After Rozelle was robbed of all it's funds during Thanksgiving, we needed a big moneymaker show with low overhead before the end of January, to recover and be prepared for our big event on the 26th. We spent weeks discussing a New Year's Eve show with DeCleyre, booking bands, collecting money, even discussed it at the December CAM meeting and sent out several mailing lists (CAM & Rozelle) about said show. Ten days or less before the show is scheduled to happen, I find out two of the bands I had booked, had double-booked with Sanssouci, for their New Year's Eve party. I spent a day tracking down the ONE member responsible for the show, explained that Rozelle is in quite a pickle and needs this show to happen, competition-free, to rescue us, to which I was met with, "Oh, I just kindof planned it, but didn't follow up, the rest of the house doesn't even know."

Now, one could argue that these were islolated incidents, that perhaps most things are discussed and agreed on. I can reconcile that, but I must also point out that by declaring themselves a collective and joining the Collectives Association of Memphis, albeit a group of passionate amateurs still, Sanssouci is committing to a entirely separate code of behaviors. They have, theoretically, committed themselves to being tuned into the rest of the cooperative community, and thus, should at least have the organization and forethought to check out a calendar before planning a party. It's only event planner's common sense, really, but beyond that, it's a simple act that Rozelle Artists Guild, DeCleyre Housing Co-op, and Media Co-op all adhere to quite easily.

Further than conflicting parties and lack of communication, the Sanssouci Collective, fuck it, the Sanssouci Housemates are flakey when it comes to following through, and generally hipster.

Sanssucki, who had told us from the beginning they had nothing to make money for, just their individual rents to pay, swore from the get-go that any fundraising they did would be all for Rozelle's cause. A month in, they began throwing Stir Frydays that COST $5 A PERSON to eat, which is in my opinion way too much for contribution toward the groceries considering they make vegan stir fry, to supposedly benefit their library. The library, I'm sorry to say, was some crockpot idea they had when a friend moved away and gave them a sum of books. I expressed that I would never give them a dime until I saw a thoroughly kept ledger of their funds, in & out, and receipts of books bought. (I mean, look at this: BRUNCH PARADE?. Would you really donate money to kids that say, "we are trying to raise money for our travels to far off lands on our picnic parade!")

This wasn't met well either, and Rozelle was angrily accused of being beaurocratic. Yeah, man, fuck the system, wahhh. Institutions are all just brainwashing tools of the government, right? The only way to make a difference, apparently as expressed by a SH, is to be informal and unofficial. I let them be. Afterall, we're chasing very different goals, and although I do in some respects consider the goals of DeCleyre, Rozelle, the Media Co-op, and Revolutions to be more meaningful, and see much more progress being made to meet them, I conceded. Let them be messy art students and live out every stereotype the rest of us are trying so hard to abolish.

When they monopolized the fabled, beloved, rotational Monday night potlucks, and turned them into vegan banquets, I quit going. In this action, I lost the little respect I had for them. Sanssouci claims to believe in "practicing alternative ways of thinking, of interacting with each other, and of living.". Perhaps veganism and nude parties are alternative. They have, individually, expressed an interest in being open-minded, open to anyone and anything, which I suppose is why member Colby Painter wrote a long-winded response to me once on the "pure and untainted form of expression" that is nudity. However, I can't help but think a bunch of 20-somethings drinking and playing strip-poker is little more than living out highschool fantasies under the excuses of intoxication. However, the idea of restricting potluck dishes to animal product-free food because they respect veganism, to me, is the same as atheists claiming to be open-minded because they subscribe to a minority belief, yet rejecting Christians because they acknowledge God. I acknowledge the deliciosity of cheese and chicken, so damned if I'm going to trek over there to drink beer and eat soy.

I do not believe the members of Sanssouci read the things they supposedly represent. I do not believe that anything they have done for the public has been more than providing a place to get wasted on a weeknight. They have successfully filled the void of being those immature kids who have now been kicked out of TWO houses now for being loud, irresponsible, uncleanly, and a general neighborhood nuisance.

I remember really talking with the one person I believe uses their brain in the group, the one I thought may have an idea of Collectivism & Cooperation. He's a smart kid. I remember asking, nearly begging, for a real goal. A real tangible goal that would actually impact the community. "Social hangout" is all I got out of that, and all I got out of the rest of them. Maybe I was trying to push their efforts in a less frat-boy direction because I knew they had brains to do it, or because I didn't want to be affiliated with a group that hosts nude parties, or because I needed that out of them to not loathe that stupid name tacked above their door. Either way, they didn't change. They quit coming to CAM meetings long ago. They quit having their own meetings, if they actually ever did, because they had nothing to discuss. They have weekly or monthly events that have literally dropped in attendance by 90% since the first few weeks, because it's never different. There are 450 places in Memphis to drink beer, smoke cigarettes, and talk to empty shells of people who like to do the same. Whatever set Sanssouci apart has waned and faded.

Now, I know most of this could be classified as a diatribe. I was never a supporter of Sanssouci. I consistently had issues with them, and it was always something stupid and childish. But for the record, I am not gloating over the current slope of demise they seem to be slipping down. They are going to fail as a collective, not because they are stupid people, but because they do not understand the idea of collectivism, and because they have short-term, low-end goals. As long as they believe collectives live in the same house, they will be kicked out for occupancy complaints and beer cans in the yard. As long as they believe existing simply as a meat-free party house is how they will "cultivate a genuine community in Memphis", or make some kind of actual impact, they never really will. They will forever be one of those things hipster Indie kids include on their Myspace Interests because it was one of those cool, underground places they were a part of, although to people who read that, people like you and me, we'll snicker and know that it's not different than saying, "I'm interested in beer, pot, and unemployment".