Erik Benjamins

Tiles, like the walking paths, with stoney surfaces that wink at tired feet.

A yellow painstakingly color matched to my Grandfathers’ citrus, the best tasting in the world.

The copper hook begins where JB’s ceramic plate ends.

An exhibition of sensory sculptures, soft cushions, transatlantic timekeepers, airbrushed suns, and a monumental shoe rack.

Photographs from the Architect’s archive inspire a sitting-centric audio tour for 835 Kings Road, West Hollywood, California.

Minimal poetry for collected suns.

Photographs of the butts of Florentine sculpture punctuate a travel memoir sent to print before the mosquito bites had healed.

Sun-tanned and dual-time zoned, the leather timekeepers wave to one another.

Bumper sticker mantra.

The red cushions’ embroidered proposals for rest made their way onto seating from the museum collection.