Post Maker Camp

It is 00:00. No music is playing, only silence. On the last day, people finally came. Then, quite many of them left when we started to discuss taking the clothes off. We were not prepared, the wide and not very defined thing that could have happened perhaps did not happen. Somehow though, there was a party, so much even, that the bar is all purple and stained now. And this blog post is one day late. Some who said that they came and did not participate in any way said the show was great, and some who participated in everything said it was bullshit.

It is 01:40. Accordion music is finally playing on tv. We might now be anti hormone war activists and negation of negation of post-post nokia, or something like that. The situation is getting out of control. Our emblem is taking on forms - charged by an ear-ripping thunderbolt strike next to the building. Sauna is becoming gilded, hot, and stocked with baby water. Horse art keeps sprouting. We have at least three acts booked for the funeral party, but we do not know if they will actually do something. The moon is full. The end is nigh.

It is 22:50. Cock whistle music is playing from the cyberspace. Antti is gone, Tomi is hiding. Long inefficient walks, searching for a second skin, not too sexy. The Chinese let us down, but discount oversize stockings found us. Despite our guides' best efforts, a local source for filling the blenders has still not been found. Major reformations in the Outer Circle are causing confusion. Even Eeman's plates are gone. But Roolinoppa says that everything is ready. The sweat is condensing. Gold and silver facelift for sauna hasa been prepared. An outsider remote controlled by The Pit gave the name for the closing night. The reach is already at least 1500 meters.

It is 03:30. Eighties Estonian synthpop is playing on the PA. Tomi is luxuriously sleeping on a brown velvet armchair. Baby water is still flowing. Our fish fell to the floor. I wonder if the original fish is safe? Nobody is answering the phone in our studio. All the booze has drained into The Pit. And it is repeating. We are the last people at a noise gig. The museum will be gone tomorrow, as will Antti. We worked on Sunday. We did not even go into the fish worshipping church. We will all go to Hell. But The Pit will persist.

It is 03:10. The world is shaking: rap music is playing in the television. Antti and Tomi are both asleep on large leather couch. Today, we were on the maker faire. The amount of 3D printers we saw has drained us. There was no other food than macaroni and frozen vegetables. But at least we have discovered an ability to be invisible to the typical Maker Faire visitor. No exploration today, only the Cirkulacija 2 vortex and baby water baths.

It is 03:30. We have lost the accordion music channels. Antti has fallen asleep, half dressed, half undressed. The lost horse was rescued from the flies. And we finally got the fish. We tried to build some more things for tomorrow's fair, but nothing was finished. But we meditated by the Pit.  We had a visitor today, so we had to set up the show, and we are very close to breaking the record. Pizza from the sauna was delicious. We should be back in 8 hours. Hope is vain.

03:15. Accordion music plays on television. Long day that required long planning. We did not manage to catch the fish today, despite two reminders from the print shop. They closed already at 16:00. We were not that fast. We had the first day of the exhibition, almost broke the Cirkulacija 2 record for the most visitors in a day. Sauna was warm and everything was nice and we found a new wine granny room. We argued about the role of telepathy and made plans for future developments in the field. Exploration of ruins and the horse art scene. Un/fortunately the horse totem was both found and lost in the ruins.

According music is playing in front of us. It is 02:16. Somehow, Tomi managed to get a wonderful pink passport and board the plane. If you have not got any sleep, it is difficult to concentrate on anything else but the insides of your eyelids. Unfortunately, instead of couch, Antti chose bed as his sleeping spot, so we can not comment on his sleeping position. Stefan was wrong when he said that no Slovene is going to come to sauna with us. Quite many of our guests tried it out. Some even wanted to be locked up in a metal box. Electric shocks, whipping, all the weird things we are perversely attracted to, everything went through. What are you doing after the orgy?

Our yesterday's press release was quite silly. Now we are in better mental state, but unfortunately nobody asked for a press release. It is 02:04. Tuomas lies on the couch in manner familiar from shock patient treatment, legs raised and knees bent. Accordion music plays on tv. Everything here seems to be playing on repeat. Except curry was cold today. The level of despair has decreased. Trash piles are slowly turning into cathedrals. Horst Knaut detector is ready and fully calibrated. We already have some kind of idea what we will do. But why? Hopefully somebody will come and tell us. Are we heading towards something completely new, or are we simply lost?

It is 03:10. Back home. Finally. Accordion music plays on the background. Tuomas rests comfortably in a fetus position in the corner of a large leather couch. We are writing his part of the press release. At Cirkulacija 2, we have nondescript piles of junk spreading through the space like a disease. Proper granite is hard to find. In Finland we at least had rocks. One day into the process, and it is already this great. Wednesday will be something out of this world. Otto: I do not know why I started this project. I do not have a clear, or even unclear idea what we are doing, or why. Your transcendence is our goal. Antti: Hi! I am Antti from Koelse. I come from Finland. I like confusing social experiments and hanging out naked. I think end will come soon.

Notes from Post Maker Camp event sequence as told by Koelse's brave road warriors. Post Maker Camp is a joint venture between Pixelache festival , Koelse and Cirkulacija 2 . Our goal is to experiment on what is the point of making experimental electronic art after the peak of maker culture.