When I was a baby, diapers were made of cotton and held together with safety pins. One night, Mom didn’t snug things up very well, and the next morning they found me, the crib, the mobile and the wall encased in a stucco of shit. What began as an accident turned into a creative exercise, as I pushed the medium to its limits. Some even say beyond.

Nearly 40 years later, there’s still plenty of shit to go around - an endless supply, in fact. It stinks. It’s messy. People do their best to avoid it. But you can still play with it until they stop you.

 

 

 

Thanks for visiting!

Doug Fishback