Inside this warehouse, with its violently red windows, is where I tell my weekly quiz to an audience of all-comers. (That said, this isn’t about the quiz so I won’t be giving information on that here.)
With these windows glowing red like that, standing back on the other side of the fence and letting the chain link and barbed wire into the frame, it almost looks like something redacted is being contained here.
Thanks for seeing my work!
That’s a bitchin’ album cover.
Thanks for coming around to see my art!