Dropped.
"We are one spark of a great chain reaction."

Zitate,
Plakatfarbe auf Glas, 20 x 3 m

In Drop City we have attempted to create a total living environment outside the structure of society, where the artist can remain in touch with himself, the universe and other creative human beings.
Each dropper is free. Does what he wants, when he wants and how he wants. No rules, no duties, no obligations.
Anarchy. But as anarchistic as the growth of an organism. Has its own internal needs and desires; fulfills them in a natural simple way, without compulsion.
The need to work: out of guilt, emptiness.
Need abandoned: desire (hopefully) arises. No longer work, but pleasure. As gratifying as eating or loving. Work is play.
Doing nothing is work. We are based on the pleasure principle. Our main concern is being alive.
None of us is employed or has a steady income. How do we make it? Food? materials? At mercy of the gods.
But most of the time we don't worry about it. Drop City was begun without money, built on practically nothing.
Things have come to us. Somehow we haven't gone hungry. Or done without materials. Yet.
America, affluent waste society. Enough waste to feed and house ten thousand artists, enough junk to turn into a thousand works of art.
To the townspeople we are scrounges, bums, garbage pickers. They are right.
Perhaps the most beautiful creation in all of Drop City is our junk pile, the garbage of the garbage.

aus einem Text von Dropper Ishmael (John Curl) in Inner Space, No. 4 (Box 212, New York, N.Y. 10011)