It’s complicated.

Things are hec­tic. This is cryp­tic. Con­tem­plate Male­vich’s Glit­ter­ing Grinder and Kafka’s tor­ture machine in “In the Penal Colony”. There’s a per­verse seren­i­ty there, some­thing Fou­cault­ian, some­thing Marx­i­an and more than just a lit­tle Weber­ian. In short, it’s heavy and work-related.

Behold…the Arc­to­pus — “PAINcave”

Parts & Labor — “Time­line”