4PG009 - Ben K. Voss

Habit donning bakers from evil bygone epochs twisted and molded dough symmetrically weaving their little rewards into the fabric of time. Its shape unmistakable, like an ampersand. Golden arms crossed in orbital looping and molecular poses of alchemy. Ben K. Voss reaches into their world, tickles the past age and bronze pendant wheels melt playfully treating forms like tippled Bavarians at Brezelfest. He taps Kepler and they smirk at the mighty war god Mars ballroom dancing with Apollo. How deftly he steps on the big man's toes.