The Subterraneans2008

Into a realm where all kinds of bodies lose the rigor of their boundaries, an anomalous moon hole might reverse the river. Cartoon concavities, sprung silhouettes, sepulchral, strange and dark lit forms, shadow dance and release. Optical depravations splinter and elasticate, shiver not shimmy, render birdsong in a winter storm. Scry: the floating of an egg yolk in water for news of ships at sea. It’s bred in the bean, now sow the seed. Experiment with sommeil, smell like strawberries and despair. Vile vortices or vice versa, with birdcages, pearls, pea pods, burst-open mussels.

The result of this terrible beauty?

Big hairy potatoes with legs, drawn on muted yellow ground.