O Vanilla Coke, you sweet and immortal elixir. When your magical mixture of carbonated water, high fructose corn syrup, phosphoric acid and natural flavors dances across my tongue, a symphony of ecstasy washes over me and I become entangled in a caffeinated rapture.
Aaron Smith, “Ajax”, 2012, original oil treated paper , 26” x 21.5”
Charles Manson (2014)
When I was in the 5th grade the class was watching a LaserDisc on hurricanes and tornadoes and I farted really loud and it was embarrassing. Now that I look back on it, I like to think I was only forecasting the future of LaserDisc with a violent little windstorm of my own.