It wasn't pretty from the outside... but it did the trick.
Colossus -- The grey things were huge boulders with ropes. Your job was to grag them around on this *massive* steel sculpture ( @35ft tall) this night everyone was spinning and hanging and swinging from the ropes.
It might even be closer to 50-60 ft tall
see... tall.
The Center Component of "The Machine"
Half of the machine
wall of flashy lights...pretty much a siezure-fest
A series of woodburning furnaces-- it was wonderful to be near them because they were warm and they smelled like campfire...unlike much of the propane fueled art which did not.
Sparks flew when they stoked them.
Sparks fly~
Fly Sparks Fly~!
There was a circle of these around a center fire pit.
The Man and the Funhouse underneath it... the strange thing is that the Man rotated, so that where usually you could use this to navigate in the dark -- It was not a useful tool this year.
The Man.
a statue on top of an art car-- this one based off of a diminutive golf cart...
A strange blacklit buggy
Roof of my dome-- I think I took too many pictures of this... :-)
Wall patterns of the spandex -- this was the wiredest most awesome spandex I could find... double sided, with a wierd asian-colonial pattern on one side, and an asian ripply colligate 83 design on the other. superior and appropriate wierdness
Still wierd. But this is the sort of arsty photography that I'm into right now.. so bear with me.
In the dome... Ubiquitous camelpack
See Saw vehicle~ not that it went anywhere fast~
Assembling The Roots Society dome.
Vast nothingness in the beginning.
Alex, Murray and I -- an example of the halterdresses that I made that were my primary daytime outfits... the back of this one had circles and shapes and shaggy knit bits...
Pink Catbus! note open roofdeck for dancing.
Alex at the Reno Housewives Society... no-one was around, so we thought it was a photo-boothesque thing...