This show was what happened while locked in my shop for a year and a half. It is what happens when the world says fuck it, nothing is real.

It's my mutterings to the shadows, and some of what they whispered back. It's my dabbling in chaos magic. A group of objects that should remain buried. It's the doggerel of a cur.

It's dark thoughts and sour milk.

Raise your Eyes to the Heavens