Resident Artist 2: David Arthur, No. 1
Resident Artist 2, No. 1: Room #5234 Leaving the thick skin of traumatizing memory at the elevator door, force it down my throat as the smell of saline, decaying skin, and the terminal ill…
Resident Artist 2, No. 1: Room #5234 Leaving the thick skin of traumatizing memory at the elevator door, force it down my throat as the smell of saline, decaying skin, and the terminal ill…
To Fire O leaping catharsis of atomic libido, you have us. You sold yourself as a god who comes when he’s called, and now we lick the sludge off the bottoms of primeval vegetable…
To Doll Houses O bento boxes of freeze-dried domestic Elysium, you nurse the injured birds of our yearnings, expressing our deep and unshakable love for the family we never had, the one in which…