“I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, It's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, And that enables you to laugh at life's realities.” - Dr. Seuss
A clubhouse of coalescing urges. Dirty magazines gradually define themselves, spine bent on the floor.
Rising from still images to the wilderness of sound and motion; the first hairs rise from strange crevasses, from smooth skin.
The binding of vision and feeling, the mismatched blocks of reality and imagination pressed together in a primal wiggle.
