A look back at the year that was through the work of Paul Hornschemeier.
“What’s going on. What’s going on.” Marvin Gaye asks and tells us through a mesh wire–capped speaker. He’s a little distorted. A microscopic philosopher crooning through rice paper. I haven’t had my morning coffee yet.
What’s going on, Chicago?
Half the time I don’t know. It’s all I can do to get out of bed. My knees are popping more than ever these days. Today, I don’t even think I’m going outside. It’s sort of gross out anyway.