What treasures lie at the bottom of the pool? Button your nose, hold your breath and fall into the watery abyss.
What’s the worth of a “do-nothing” machine? Here’s to finding value in beauty and silence.
Let the colors of the past pool in your palm, like a million melting crayons.
There is a light at the end of lane, where the comfort of a loyal porch is never questioned. Settle in as the fireflies and moths flit.
Is symmetry the ultimate determination of beauty? This collection of lopsided people and concepts are bolstered by their weaknesses.
Avocado tones, wood panelling and shag carpet: embrace the black hole that is the 1970s. Resistance is futile.
Step inside the roomy interior of a giant derby hat. This road trip to nowhere needs only gas and a healthy suspension of reality.
“Being meaning deaf, I saw musically. Being object and context blind, I’d tap everything to make noise, to hear its ‘voice.’”
As a testament to strength, biceps and gunfire don’t impress me much. Shoulder pads and lipstick? Now we’re talking.
A three-dimensional web of war and bohÃ¨me, spun by the mechanical spiders of a scientist’s dream.
The roles we play and the masks we wear — well, some are more obvious than others.
Baubles, ponies and castles — what more could you ask for?
Treat your eyeballs to a foie gras ice cream sundae with this rich feast of visual goodies.
What’s your guilty pleasure? “Night cheese,” Harlequin romance novels or reality TV: our lips are sealed.
How do you express your poetic notions: through cattle wrangling, open mics, or cooing to a flower mid-blossom?