On March 28, we arrived at the Cliff House for the closing party for Lands End feeling a bit sad, being at the end, the final moments, of such a grand enterprise. The conclusion of a show is always bittersweet, but after all it gave us a real uplift.
We were so happy to be in the warm embrace of the for-site staff and docents who gave so much of their precious time to Lands End. They graced us with their stories about the people, the kids of all ages, who were amazed at the beauty of the luminous presentation and horrified at the reality of all that plastic. We heard about the kids who were full of good questions, "how did this ever end up on the beach?" Most of the stuff was familiar (straws, cutlery) but they were really curious about the plastic noodle extrusions and the shot-gun wads.
It was such a pleasure to be amongst such a fine group of kindred spirits who expressed their personal gratitude and on behalf of the thousands of attendees who were were deeply moved and changed by our kitchen and the entire Lands End experience. As artists one of the great rewards is to have a vision then be able to realize it and in this case, to have an entire kitchen to serve up our plastic.
In turn we want to express our gratitude to all who made for here or to go? possible.
It has never been more important for artists and activists to join together in combating the existential threat of climate change. Lands End did what you/we had envisioned - using art to activate the conversation.
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
