An odes to beauty and fragility crafted on a torn book covers…
The wild and mysterious art form they call collage, can also be cure for chaos…
Todays weather forecast says there’s 98% possibility for a visual pop hurricane…
Knock knock. Who’s there? Max. Max who? Max-o-Motherfuckin Boss-Matic.
Every now and then you just need a little bit of chaos to see the hidden meanings…
Sometimes these pieces of paper stuck together are the key into your mind…
Like Leonard Cohen said, Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin…
When the element’s common nature allows the quotidian to become extraordinary…
People always say that the inside counts, but it isn’t necessarily what you expected or wanted…
