Threshold * Prism * Wings 

The irridescent descent into the labyrinthine city streets and the searching stems of the mutable micro greens. The prismatic refraction of what’s right here in front of us. Carrying a turntable tapas platter and sporting new high-tops and backpack butterfly wings, Gemini pollinates. Slip through the looking glass of certainty and taste the rainbow on your tongue. What you love wants to love you back.