In the opening piece, Myles licks a popsicle and hallucinations quickly invade. They are familiar and follow him around.

The lines are getting blurry. Characters are bleeding into our real world. Colours frame the subject like an iris but is it really mine, probably. It feels like i’m stuck, is there gum on my shoe?

Gummy’s having fun with porcelain monks. It is easy to commentate on what we don’t understand. We learn humbly and effectively through a child-like lens and we understand our knowledge isn’t fully developed, neither are we.