About

A dim abandoned warehouse. A distant beat as crowd enters the door. Decision to enter. Commitment to leave.

Gentle nudge touches my edge. I’m on the edge. Been here forever. Eyeing hundreds of shoes pass me by.

Who is me? A light diffuser. A lampshade in the background you never noticed. But I was there and I was watching. You were wandering and I was steady. Casting light in the grey heart of your city.

Around the corner creatives are preparing to awaken art that never breathed before. Pneumatic drills are itching to join. The noises hum in solidarity. Beneath my lampshade soul dances awkwardly to the vibration.

I want to be included, celebrate art. I’ll bring you your instruments. Will be your platform. Education and inspiration. I have the power, so do you.

Yours to do with what you need. Celebrate creativity. Encounter creative, meaningful flow that forms a harmony.

Take pieces of me as you go. I’ll deliver the content. I am your content. I am Zabam.