The yellow Alfa Romeo floats momentarily in a murky green pond as if ready to roar from sinking repose to convertible dream—barreling through asphalt hairpins, racing past vultures devouring the carcasses of mangled creatures who’d almost made it—before succumbing to the indifferent pond. Tadpoles dart through a miraculous glovebox dropped into their lives from above.
Bio: Guy Biederman