An invitation to slurp tea at the home of one's own perception and be host to an infinitesimal assemblage of glance, osmosed through a gaze of cerebral distraction. Laze a mental limb upon the abstracted sands of chance and emerge from a maze, hook in eye, as a liege of deduction with the spoils of answer. Using an eye or three, feel free to reflect on what passes. Take the hand of blind curiosity and send it through the dwelling expanse of your own interpretations, to essentially become that which makes art complete.

tbh