vintage quilt top, Astro turf, old farm picking fruit basket, getting caught up in the moment, foam, tar, black pigment, cowrie shells, seeing your own self reflected in the open evening sky and wondering how anything could be so consistently beautiful and amazing as a sunset, love, gold thread, beaded rhinestone cloth, epoxy, boxing gloves, being speechless in wonder and delight and not having the police f*k with you at all because they are too busy weeping by your side and clutching their own breast bones to wonder at how the rhythm of their own pattering hearts could match so perfectly the sound of light falling golden out of the sky and into their own open, stupefied maws, rhinestones, yes, yes, yes, 7 muscular wonders.