Anonymous Artist
Abscesses in reality reveal the veins of the universe. And twined about them, infinitely branching nerves perpetually trembling. Through a mar, unnatural, comes revelation, comes a view of the clockwork wallpapered over long ago by the demiurge. To see behind the screen is unsettling. But like a bite of forbidden fruit, accepting the discomfort leads to new knowledge. And when has knowledge not been worth its cost? The anonymous artist whose work we view here has like Eve, through willful cracking of the real, proffered knowledge, prompting contemplation on what sits beyond the gruing atoms that surround us, on what mysterious things make our universe tick.