Our space is useless. Our white walls should be covered with feces at best. We are a worthless gallery that should have gone in smokes many years ago. But what did we know. We were having fun, living life and it all made sense for a second. It was possible to make this thing called art. But in the end we accomplished nothing, the satisfaction nulled into desperation and now, well, we are shit art. Please forgive us.
Sincerely from all of us here,
Track 16 gallery
One man with a vision: laartsucks.com
