I'm the alleged white bread middle class Dad of Eli and think about building a geodesic dome in the woods on an Indian reservation in 1973. Split shakes from logs on the beach. We had a triangular outhouse with a clear plastic roof that was quite nice. Drove an old '54 Chevy pickup. I thought the revolution was still on. Now I drive a 1990 Volvo wagon.

Does this make the work at Lawrimore any more (or less) authentic? I've been back a few times and each time find another layer as I hear people talk about it. While all that is past has some impact on the present I find pieces like 'I Can't Even Remember What I Put In There' or 'Fear/Love' speaking of this moment or even of the future. Questions get asked less than they get answered. Things aren't really so simple. But they might be interesting.

Eli's not such a 'broken dirty thing'. It seems like he's stirred up responses in a culture that has a hard time with civil dialogue, made room for people to respond in their own ways to what is broken around us.

John Hansen
Port Townsend

Eli's Dad, will you adopt me? I know Eli, and have lots of cool ideas about makin' a art show. I will even grow a beard, although it will not be as thick and luxuriant as Eli's. But if I am in "La Familia" then maybe I can get bigtime too! And believe you me, he is in fact.. a dirty thing!

Man, Eli is so dirty there's no room left in the family. Besides it all began back when building shacks and domes in the woods was the way to rattle the cage of da' man. Now it's like blogs do what could be done with a composting toilet and making a business out of what you could make with your hands. Of course, a luxuriant beard was important too.