My dog wanders around the house bumping into things. The furniture is rearranged; cardboard boxes and plastic bins sprout and disappear overnight. Mudprints colonize the kitchen floor, the bathtub fills with dirt. Now there is a matter of perception. M …
Douggins attempts to create a Microcosm, with future intent on sharing thoughts previously reserved in solitary confinement. How do we allow our readings, writings and art forms to be received?
What happens when you combine platform co-operatives with the visionary?
Why is this called “The Sounds Inside My Mind”?