Why do you hate art? You monster.
I’m hideous. Don’t look at me.
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Projects, Press, and things I say to reporters
“What I want to show to people is something that’s more human, something that they can relate to in a way that they would relate to another person, and see this data in a way that makes emotional sense to them.”
“I’d like to see more art recognized in hackerspaces. Attention seems weighted towards products, devices, tools that come out of them. I’d like to see more support in that scene for less directed making of things, more playfulness, more thermite.”
Colorado Public Radio Five Questions: Artist Mar Williams Of Cabal Enterprises, Formerly The Concoctory 2014
“Everyone has their own thing. The idea isn’t so much to work collaboratively, but rather to hang out, work on our own projects and inspire each other. Alchemy may happen in that environment… It’s really loose, and I think that’s a great way to keep things creative, inspired and ever evolving.”
Testimonials by 100% Grade A Humans
I’m not certain from looking at your art whether or not you’ve ever actually seen a real cat.Saoirse Louise Gilmore
Mar’s art, accessible to all (provided you have the money), presides over the living rooms and foyers of Colorado’s wealthiest and most astute collectors. From their gated community in the uber-hip artists colony of Cherry Creek, Mar creates work that is timeless, yet still retains the feel of the gritty, rapidly gentrifying streets of Denver, all the while trying to answer that eternal question: “Who knows the secrets of the human heart?
*not an actual catShutup Kitty
*sung in key of E*
Mar’s artistic expression appears to be first dredged from the deepest recesses of the psyche where all dark thought and raw terrifying emotion dwell. And then on its way to the surface in a basket on a rope it is slapped repeatedly with the colors of perspective and life experience, tickled with a powerful sense of humor, and backhanded with love before finally sprinkled with glitter and spanked into being.
Not afraid to make a dead baby cakeTerrence Gareau