Acid Reflux is not a resolution—it’s a symptom. Of systems too full to digest themselves, of meaning pushed back up from the gut, burning its way through what’s been swallowed too fast. The Dirty Art Department offers itself as an open space for thought, creation, and action. It exists in paradox—between the pure and the applied, the existential and the deterministic, the holy and the profane. It is concerned with individuality and collectivity, and with how we navigate the complex relationships between the built world and the natural world, between others and ourselves. It is a place to build: totems or websites, revolutions or business models, altars or installations. Each work moves between myth and matter, awkwardness and excess, sincerity and satire.

The Dirty Art Department rejects the division between what is useful and what is meaningful. Since “god is dead” and “the spectacle” is omnipresent, creating alternative realities becomes not a fantasy, but a necessity. If creation is no longer about resolution or clarity, but about composing states of becoming—what kind of realities are still worth making?