By Justin Quinn Pelegano

Wait, I think I dreamt this once. Or, why do my flashbacks always have to be in neon? And I'm surrounded by the pop-tart-culture of my youth when it was okay to wear bright thick shoelaces in your Reeboks. Then again maybe that was never okay. Maybe that was just me. But here it is once more. Bold totem homage to Spielberg's E.T.; to those eerie Smurfs; to a purple goddess standing huge, multi-colored hair ready to rope me into her canvas, My Little Pony hovering over her shoulder like an equine demon tempting our lady into naughtiness. Lego men sculptures on guard for a world of exploded Skittles. And, of course, Flipper. My favorite dolphin in various stages of vomitous, garish bubble gum something spewing from his beak. And yet I can't help fixating on the NY Giants football helmet looking like peanut scrapings from the floor at Rodeo Bar. Do not miss this.





