By: Toby Ferris

And I think we are pretty absurd, pretty good. And so that’s what I say.

By: Toby Ferris

The fresco as we know it today is a chemically re-engineered artefact.

By: Toby Ferris

Your life is not a river but a City of Images.

By: Toby Ferris

Profane to sacred. Or the other way around, depending on your mood.

By: Toby Ferris

“Be sure to get out.”

By: Max Matus

It increases my creative power in joyful ways.

By: Martha Arango

Now featuring a removable Baby Jesus…

By: Toby Ferris

It is not meaning you should be groping for, but permutational possibility.

By: Maria Papanthymou

Unlike other tools, it is not connected with my everyday routine.

By: Seema Khanwalkar

It did not seem to have boundaries of participation.

By: Toby Ferris

By night you are a Failed Animal, but to a limited extent free.

By: Malex Salamanques Amiel

She is the embodiment of the matriarchal spirit.

By: Mariane Cara

A symbol of how we map out the direction and speed of the winds of change.

By: Toby Ferris

The business of memory is mostly to forget.

By: Wei Fen Lee

The one pretty thing that reminded me of oily, deep-fried food.