From time to time I will see a promotional image — I'm tempted to call it a poster out of habit, but I have never seen one anywhere but on a screen — for a music festival that presents the viewer with a brick of text as solid as a word-find puzzle, presumably inviting viewers to dive in and become overwhelmed with all the names, the Coachella sublime, aspiring to an endless, infinite promotion of performances that by their very nature could never actually be entirely seen, a misty mountaintop obscured by clouds, or one of those rococo paintings on the domes of cathedrals where innumerable saints and cherubs spiral recessively into the trompe l'oeil heavens.
Event horizon
Event horizon
Event horizon
From time to time I will see a promotional image — I'm tempted to call it a poster out of habit, but I have never seen one anywhere but on a screen — for a music festival that presents the viewer with a brick of text as solid as a word-find puzzle, presumably inviting viewers to dive in and become overwhelmed with all the names, the Coachella sublime, aspiring to an endless, infinite promotion of performances that by their very nature could never actually be entirely seen, a misty mountaintop obscured by clouds, or one of those rococo paintings on the domes of cathedrals where innumerable saints and cherubs spiral recessively into the trompe l'oeil heavens.