Batton down the hatches, AS220 enthusiasts! Put on your Sunday clothes, appreciators of all things absurd, spontaneous, and overdue! The AS220 coterie is teetering dangerously on the brink of our imminent and much anticipated group show. "But wait!" you may be asking yourself; "How could I possibly handle the splendor of an exhibition including staff, residents, alumni, and creepily omnipresent hangers-on of AS220? Won't we all be crushed under its brilliance?" Fear not, gentle patron! Our radiance has been reinforced and deemed structurally sound. We are plowing forward with resolve and vigor toward an October 4th opening, leaving only a trail of Gorilla Glue, black glitter, and LED lights in our wake. The show will feature, in part, a staff collaboration in the form of a looming chandelier constructed only from hazy memories, flea-market rhinestones, demon invocations, and stuff we dumpstered from the Empire Street basement. Festivities unfold in the main gallery from 4-7, immediately followed by a very special Empire Review in which AS220 affiliates will join the players in song, dance, Shatner-esque performative sylings, and spoken word montages. Like those banjo-off tailgate parties you had before graduation, except nobody gets arrested at the end. Maybe.
