“Here, you have these two ingredients, but you can choose two more random things.”
That’s how it started. Jeff Frost standing in my office. I handed him a piece of paper and two jars of acrylic. “Make something.”
I walked away, went about my business. When I came back the chairs in my office had been rearranged. The shades over my art table lowered. Jeff was motionless. Silent. Just sitting there. It was like he wasn’t the same person he was moments before I sprung this on him. He went somewhere else for a minute, mentally, and then then he came back and made this.