Hello! If you’re reading this you’re either looking at this as the first 1-3 transmissions we’ve released, or it’s the far future and you’ve decided to take a look back at all the things we’ve done and how we began. Regardless of what is the case: I want to warmly welcome you into our retreat centre. Remember: leaving the retreat before rodeo-enlightenment is a grave misdemeanor that warrants punishment, so please shave your head and drink the kool-aid before embarking further.

This first post is something like a blog, and I encourage all other members of tresspassing to submit blog-like posts to Tresspassing. However, there can/will be much more for the transmissions aspect of our collective. There will be the usual boring stuff like announcements for openings, art-writing, poetry, and what you’re reading right now… but there will also be crazy net-art projects, performance-art done through the interwebs, and the possibility for an ARG in the near-to-distant future. I hope you’ll stick with us and love some of the shit we do, and I hope that those who aren’t reading this pick up what we’re putting down later.

As for the rest of the website: a lot of it is still under construction. At the moment our about, mainpage, and zine archive sections are complete. The tresspast section is woefully incomplete, and the shop is not functioning quite yet. Regardless, everything is still navigable, and I worked very hard to get it to this point so if you aren’t happy I will KILL you! (for any issues with the website: please contact us at tresspassingcollectif@gmail.com with the subject-line “technical difficulties” and please explain the issue so we can fix it before your demise.)

Speaking of that: I did this whole website on my own! Can you believe that? This is my first true website I’ve published and I’m really jazzed with how it turned out. I’m sure any seasoned webdev could tell just by looking that I relied heavily on bootstrap presets, and if they decided to inspect element on this website they would find a fuckton of sloppy, inefficient, and ill-formatted code… but hey, I did it.
Here’s something funny I can do with CSS:
Click for something awesome

Woah! Crazy!!! Off the wall! My nuts are no more!

I coded all of this from 2 strange liminal locations: a red pedo-van, and a kaczynski-style hut on denman island. The van was depressing since I could only code laying down, and I once didn’t stand up other than to pee for a week. The hut was nicer in comparison. In between writing code I would be tending to the fire in my crappy wood furnace, as well as trying to convince flies and sheep alike that I didn’t want to hang out at the minute, and if they wanted meaningful connection they would have to approach me at a better time (to which they could not meaningfully understand).

[Image of red pedo van exterior/interior]
[Image of kaczynski hut exterior/interior]

All in all, this space has been one I can reside in that isn’t the dread of coming from a poor family and being far too mentally disabled to work. Maybe I’m spilling my guts here but I don’t really care: I’m the cult of personality bitch! I do what I want.

Please have a look around: and come to our next event at the bows: “white wall” it’s gonna be a liminal and para-negotiated radicality! LIT!

Signing off…
CULT OF PERSONALITY
[Elizabeth Fox] – she/her if ur cis | she/they if ur cool