The Carnival is a roving ritual, a funk-fueled vortex, and a living art spell disguised as a party.

Conjured by NEEFF and a rotating cast of freaks, mystics, and visionaries, this independent spectacle is built from zero budget and maximum magic. It’s part street show, part oracle chamber, part psychedelic dancehole.

We turn warehouses into dream temples.

We build booths for gods and puppets.

We whisper fortunes into glowing jello.

Each carnival is an unrepeatable myth —

designed to bless the people, distort time, raise the funk, and leave you wondering what just happened (in the best way).

You might find:

• A snail giving love advice

• An oracle booth run by a wig-wearing AI

• A puppet opera in the back of a bar

• A disco anthem about abundance

• Someone getting baptized in confetti

This is art, ritual, community, and flavor.

It’s fun as protest, beauty as healing, joy as philosophy.

It’s the kind of night that reminds you why we make things.