A large window-less wall at the Apocalypse Center stared at us with its blank and monotonous void. Nothing worked to fill the space. After various experiments, we fell upon the idea of using the barren expanse as a place to display photographs from a recent road trip, images of current obsessions, even expressions of our subconscious. The 21-Up Wall, so named because of the usual grid of 21 photographs or fragments of an image, now varies whenever we are moved to change the scenery. You might see a huge graffiti bee, or a montage of trees. Anything is possible.