The Sidewalk Museum of Congress, or SMoC, is located outside my Congressional Rep’s doorway, which is the closest government space to my home in which to dissent as a citizen-artist against the status quo of establishment politics & its allied corporate media, and of elite museum spaces. SMoC has every color and no logo, and communicates through everything that enters its space — through chalk, through grains, music, signs, spoken-word, the homeless pedestrians’ footsteps, embroidery floss, poetry, @RogerMarshallMD’s office window display, car horns, the finger, the hand-wave, the passing freight train, discomfort foods, the smells of the nearby flour mill, climate, shadows, silence…

Patterns of Occupied Palestine: Part 3 of Uncountable
SMoC: Who Says Kansas is Flat
Was it a Thumbs Up Sign or a Finger Gun Pointing at Us?
A Confrontation With Kobach’s Chamcha (Lackey, in Hindi)
Finding Her Voice In a Deaf “Homeland”