Moving day to shuffle up, reassert, relax to go. When static sets in, when weather has moved all will, shuffle up. Take heat from shade, shade heat, stone sun, stone bone to hot sun, son. Daughters bloom.
i HAVE NO ART like dad kissed an existentialist and fell in love with light in time as the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be
RiOT BREAD is a bone tool image machine, an art collective articulated in response to the effects of massive information dumped into a postmodern capitalist society and how that looks through different lenses of time (flat, entropic, b-theory). We manufacture destruction of image texts, dispose of lost memories, pound the naked pavement and articulate manic noise.