Fade To Black

The lease was up on the rest rooms.  Maxx and I had spent two years chasing that paper, that beloved scroll which would provide the much-coveted three letters behind our name that would grant us social capital and maybe, if we were very lucky and strategic, financial capital.

And now, it was time to embark upon the city of Portland (proper), stamping the name of Nat Turner upon all we can see.

Time to take the training wheels off.

But first, we wanted to pause and take a moment of reflection:  to thank all of the artists who agreed to let us be a part of their artistic journey, to ponder our roles as both artists and curators, to drink wine and be merry, and to wonder what was next for all of us in the world, in America, which was becoming ever more removed from the utopia of freedom and equality that it proclaims itself as (loudly).

Next up: St. Johns.

-Melanie Stevens

(black) swan song dive
by maximiliano

we’re moving out of the bathrooms, so long PNCA. we are graduating. its bittersweet, it's exciting, its the future. what will the future have in store for nat turner project? this is only the beginning. we rented out the mediatheque, and created a farewell video of our shows, and our artists, pictures from the various parties. maybe now looking back at it, that video was the start of our archiving our actions.

there was food and drink ( of course) and we held space as past artists flowed in and out and we enjoyed moments and memories and merriment.  it was a swan dive, our swan song. we black swan.