THEY summon to their Studio a multitude of friends for a gathering of most unusual magnificence.

An affair of the heart, possessed and twisted by the machinery that now sits cold on the stone floor of our Studio. A hideous letterpress with blood as its seal, flesh as its paper.

Dare it insult us all with its mockery? Or shall we revel in defiance?

There will be beer and camaraderie. There will be art and candy. There will be music and… the scarlet-stained ink of movable type.

Come, join us for our industry party and see our space, our work, our mural and our letterpress. It would love to meat you.