Potentially sad and depressing, but could be fun if we decided to make it fun

Part I
This workshop is absolute garbage. By garbage, I literally mean, garbage.
A landscape turned into ruins. The things once precious are now discarded after the last drop of value has been extracted. Everything in existence needs to prove their worth. This leaves us with a simultaneous intimacy and distance between ourselves and the world we inhabit.

The wasteland is an ecology of the essential-turned-disposable.

Inhabitants of the wasteland. We are now free from the burden of creating value for those who care nothing about us let alone caring for us.

Spitted out by the churning machinery of constantly proving ourselves useful, we are pigeons now roam without the burden of being valuable, pecking at the half-finished sandwich dropped on the ground that have also lost its value.

When there’s nothing left in you to be extracted from, who will you become? When there’s nothing else to prove to those extracting from you, what will you do?

Let the wasteland be the lighthouse in the storm, the reddest red flag’ll you come across and perhaps be tempted to ignore.


Part II

(Okay, we’ll make a terrarium from “foraged”materials found in the local wasteland ecosystem—anything at the end of its value creation, anything on the brink of becoming completely useless. We will take note of the most typical and the most atypical specimens to present the ecosystem as truthfully as we can. )

Capacity:
There’s no imposed upper limit for the first half. We will self-organize into groups that make sense for walks and discussions outside. Dress for the weather.

For the second half, we can take people in until the terrarium material runs out. Bring jars if you are particular about the vessel for your terrarium. Mason jars, quart containers, even ziplock bags if you wish.