Showing posts with label Foul. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Foul. Show all posts

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Another shareholder receives a dozen eggs laid by Den hens, in exchange for one cubic foot of her property in Clinton Hill.

Friday, May 30, 2014

April 13th- May 7th: Corvas Brinkerhoff

The day that Corvas Brinkerhoff arrived at The Den from Santa Fe, New Mexico, 6 baby chicks also arrived in the mail.
As if from an alien ship, the chicks descended unto Earth and unto The Den.

Corvas also descended upon New York to make these ephemeral sculptures with his Santa Fe based collective, Meow Wolf.
But as swiftly as life was given, life was taken away.  
During Corvas' Den stay, while Corvas reinforced the chicken coop, Jane Carver and I made room in the coop for the incoming chicks. 
The hen, who resided at the Den for almost 2 years, was made into soup and served to Simon Critchley, author of, among many other works, "The Book of Dead Philosophers", which proposes that to philosophize is to learn how to die. 

Thursday, August 8, 2013

July 22- 29th: Jane Carver

Jane Carver heard once that chickens are sirens.  To that end, she played a simple tune, recorded it on a tape deck each time, and sang over each recorded tune until it began to sound eerie, whiny, and like it was underwater.  Like a siren. 

Thursday, November 8, 2012

October 22- November 12th: Garrett Riffle

He lets you dress him up for Halloween
He cooks a mean pasta amatriciana
And despite an early snowstorm immediately following Hurricane Sandy, the hens begin to produce.

Friday, October 26, 2012

October 8 - 21st: Elizabeth Tubergen

The slow chicken chase.  One flew the coop, to the neighbors' backyard, and needed to be wrangled.  Kathleen Adams immediately volunteered Elizabeth Tubergen as the chicken wrangler, which indeed she did, though she was more like a chicken whisperer.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

June 18th- 25th: Nate Carey

Nate Carey took a vow of silence for an entire week.   He began writing lots of little notes in order to communicate.  But as time went on he developed a way of communicating without writing.  He did not write emails. Only picture texts were allowed, and only if they were important.  


Every evening around 8:00, Rotem Linial came to drink 
Turkish apple tea and teach Nate how to play backgammon.



He did odd jobs around the house, including watching over the chickens, which were only 5 days old.
Day 2

Sunday, June 3, 2012

May 1- 31st: Romina Wixom


Romina leaves today for Berlin to visit her brother.  She leaves in her wake a chicken coop made entirely with found materials, with the help of her father, her boyfriend, and various others.  
This is Matt Robinson, Romina's boyfriend.  He is an artist and a high school teacher.

This is one of Matt's collages.  

This is Romina's father, Richard Wixom. He is retiring this month after 35 years of teaching middle school in Kingston NY. 


Thursday, May 17, 2012

May 1st- 31st: Romina Wixom

Homemade amaretto made by Romina's father by soaking cherry pits from a tree in their yard in alcohol for long periods of time. Delicious and not too sweet.


If it doesn't fit through the front door, hoist it over the back wall into the backyard.  Romina found this readymade chicken coop structure at Pratt and wheeled it 5 blocks back.  Now the question is whether to track down Mark and Fluffy from last year, or to buy new chicks.
Mark and Fluffy from last year.  Should they be invited back?