Live Drawing with Crayons, Red Wine, Beer, Acrylic Paint, and Pencil on A2 Cardboard
Every some years, my industrial heart does a 86BPM jump to the left when the gritty gods of experimental hip hop come from New Jersey to Vienna with a bag of rough beats, samples, and world view superfriction. I squeezed myself into front row, put a A2 on the stage and let the lines flow along. Millions of images. Trains on the loop rails. Deadverse deluge. Love.