RAD
Austin,
TX
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Joseph Hassage
These are five rambunctious apples in festival fervor.
UD: 3 years ago
Joseph Hassage
Peer out the window. Now try to look away. You can't. I know.
UD: 3 years ago
Joseph Hassage
The precipice of a great decision.
UD: 3 years ago
RAD Dancers
UD: 3 years ago
Length: 1 min.
Producer: RAD Productions
Director: RAD Dancers
Format: Original Print
Producer: RAD Productions
Director: RAD Dancers
Format: Original Print
Joseph Hassage
A portrait depicting one of the greatest heroes of our time, Sprout.
UD: 3 years ago
Joseph Hassage
What do you call your floor?
UD: 3 years ago
Joseph Hassage
Who started the persuasion? Who is controlling the persuasion? Only the twilight knows.
UD: 3 years ago
Misty Valenta
What is your cage? Who are your zookeepers? What binds, blinds, then feeds propoganda through an IV needled to your soul?
Let the unicorns lead you.
UD: 1 years ago
Elizabeth Krieg: RAD dancer
A velvet undertaking of the world big and small folds into itself and tells stories to endure time. We are fermenting patiently, playing chess with lollipops and spy vs. spy. Can you make it rain? Will you ...expand text.
UD: 3 years ago
Joseph Hassage
A woman and a wolf entwined on a lily pad of an island surrounded by saucy flowers...it isn't hard to see for youself what do you think might be sprouting up?
UD: 3 years ago
See Cart
RAD is not defined. And therefore is.
We dance.
We write.
We perform.
We rage.
For the hell of it.
Who's RAD?
Angel:
"My white muse lounges. She urges me to take the plunge into the plight of art, but I'm already there. She evades me when I want to cuddle her as mine, and bites my hands when she wants to play. At night she stays by my side, curled into blissful oneness."
MAV:
"I have been the loyal servant of my muse ever since she used her sapphire wire-cutters on my greatest cage. ...Expand text.
RAD is not defined. And therefore is.
We dance.
We write.
We perform.
We rage.
For the hell of it.
Who's RAD?
Angel:
"My white muse lounges. She urges me to take the plunge into the plight of art, but I'm already there. She evades me when I want to cuddle her as mine, and bites my hands when she wants to play. At night she stays by my side, curled into blissful oneness."
MAV:
"I have been the loyal servant of my muse ever since she used her sapphire wire-cutters on my greatest cage. She whispers words, moves my muscles, then yells until she is satisfied. As a tormented conduit, I translate mystical creations for earthly consumption."
Z:
"Museless and movingdisgruntled and humbledhealer and saintcanvas and paintmaster of a slavewho refuses to behavean empty cupa broken promisea lie filled with riddlesealed with a kissliving for the hell of it,and doing it wellstrengthening voicesand building a story to tell" Close text.