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art.blogging.la: I Touched a Brick of Coke
I experienced my first experience last night (since I was out of town for two experiences and I wasn't quite ready to be buried) with monochrom at Machine Project. That's me touching the brick of coke - which, of course, I received a certificate for doing. Many liters of Coke, one ruined pot, and one tough art group created this "brick of coke" that looked like an oil blob or those microwavable brownies that never come out right. The smell wafted of burnt Coke (not to mention something that probably shouldn't be cooked) through the gallery space and both the beginning and end of the experience commenced with the global-loving coke song.

It's good to be back in LA!

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