Back at the mnartists.org headquarters, we are inundated with the fruits of Analog Cave, an all-night newsroom of sorts. We received countless entries over the course of Northern Spark. To name a few: torn-out and manipulated pages of books, music reviews, letters to loved ones, and free-form poetry written on a typewriter.
The editors of Analog Cave were tasked with a tall order: transform and tidy disparate written copy from dusk until dawn. We were equipped with red pencils, eagle-eye vision, and a team of artists. Our ever-vigilant documenters caught each entry through photography and evidence of the evening has already popped up on the internet. But how did these personal entries, written in the solitude of Analog Cave, come to our desks? What follows is an account of our evening, only slightly embellished.
As the sun set over the Bedlam Theatre, revelers gathered to provide us with interpretations, reflections, and responses to our petite cave. The cave was furnished in the style of an intimate parlor with a desk and typewriter, a wing-back chair, a lava lamp, a turntable and library of long-playing records, and stacks of books. Visitors were invited to create freely and then slide their work through a mail slot.
The editors received the incoming mail, and their desk began to pile high with entries. The editors wielded their red pencils, a sharpened pair of scissors, and a (literal) stamp of approval. Once approved, the freshly-edited entries were delegated to a series of artists. These artists included caricaturists and cartoonists who focused their efforts on creating accurate interpretations of the original thoughts. A jazz band was invited to the stage of the Bedlam.
The editors and artists begin focusing on shortening and extracting. How to convey emotion? Which letters could be combined? What thoughts and dreams will catch an artist’s eye? Check back on our tumblr as we collect and archive the entries.