We’ve taken the one with our right hand, and the other with our left, and where we stencil our sophomore patterns the untidiness of small things and big things ripples just behind and underneath. Where we ramble and riot with the spirit of abandon and chaos a look back at a cocked angle shows those hidden sequences. What we think we’ve made is only what, with all our vigilance, we haven’t made at all.
Words by Uche Ogbuji
Light by Hank Cherry