Cupcake Bunker

I grew up during the cold war. We practiced hiding under our wooden desks in Catholic schools and kept a full basement of canned goods. While the Bunker is a metaphor that indulges every one of my prepper anxieties/fetishes/fantasies it was also a literal safe space for my failing marriage.

When you walk into the Cupcake Bunker you smile. You do have to bend down to crawl inside, but the knit pink covering makes even the slightest discomfort disappear. Once the door is sealed you notice the four surveillance screens showing the cardinal points outside the bunker. You curl up on the knit faux grass floor, use the fuzzy pink blanket and watch the stars on the screens. The many items stocked in the bunker are all encapsulated in various pink knit cozies. To use the lamps, MREs, gas masks, etc. the object would have to be carved out of the cozy skin. 

In order to complete this work I collaborated with Stitchocracy, a collective of fiber artists, and a woodworker who could make anything.