Taste: acid, cheap Cabernet Sauvignon and Italian roast
Touch: smooth, pub table and Celtic Tarot cards
Smell: waffles
Sound: Morris Graves' box, three-hours worth, the sound of creating art, construction, hammering and planks of wood falling filtered through a fuzzy recording and entering a silent, contemplative space
Sight: LED lights-electric flowers, the undercarriages of hanging cars overhead, suspended and still, but for how long?
Extra: Surrealism, West Coast Funk, the man-sized black mouse sitting on the white bed made out of some fine nap, Bierstadt painting the West Coast he'd never seen and almost capturing it exactly except something's just a touch surreal - the lighting? the position of the sea around the inlet? the drama? Infused with his imagined sense of adventure?
Touch: smooth, pub table and Celtic Tarot cards
Smell: waffles
Sound: Morris Graves' box, three-hours worth, the sound of creating art, construction, hammering and planks of wood falling filtered through a fuzzy recording and entering a silent, contemplative space
Sight: LED lights-electric flowers, the undercarriages of hanging cars overhead, suspended and still, but for how long?
Extra: Surrealism, West Coast Funk, the man-sized black mouse sitting on the white bed made out of some fine nap, Bierstadt painting the West Coast he'd never seen and almost capturing it exactly except something's just a touch surreal - the lighting? the position of the sea around the inlet? the drama? Infused with his imagined sense of adventure?