Yesterday, my painters and I engaged in a bit of reverse-vandalism. We all met up in front of a punk club in Berkeley (which is credited as being the place where Green Day got its start), and ripped posters off off telephone poles.
I was anticipating weird interactions with pedestrians, but nobody so much as blinked.
This show plays on a huge set, that it covered in band posters and graffiti. Most of the posters on our set are printed, but we're augmenting those posters with found images.
Gaby walks through our gigantic, crowded studio.
Allie contemplates our smallest wall. All the walls in this show are forty feet tall.
I've been working twelve-hour days. I send my painters home after eight hours, and then Sheri, who is working at another theater during the day joins me for a few hours in the evening.