Meanwhile, using incredible powers to overcome Tahitian baggage handlers, Power Artist energizes a dramatic return to New York City, craving reunification with his precious Used Band-Aid In Space and unaware that it is now a sentient being figuratively hovering somewhere between the heavenly hosts of Zen afterlife levitation and the hellishly heaped toxic dumps and atomic waste sites of our enigmatic art world.

We can ask what African brewery research, the pasteurization of mango-based economics, our decayed societal undercurrents, and a rest stop in Jersey have to do with the unfathomable artwork of the century. Nothing! Or so it seems on the surface. Yet, we must search deeper for reasons to hope for enlightenment. Otherwise, there is only Art In Shambles.