In a post-organic cabaret buried beneath time, the last violinist—a creature grown from nerves and brass—emerges nightly from its isolation tank.

…or something.

This show was lovely. I Left a 4-day music festival I was vending, drove home, took a nap, and then went to this show.

• 18×24 inches

• 4 color screenprint · signed/numbered prints

• Signed and numbered edition of 130