Rhodes Blouse—BlackThe light switched on. A distorted, fleshy, synthesized experience, with the far off feel of a dream. The prose of Oscar Wilde, filtered through the speaker of a Japanese department store. The shape of grandmothers pant leg, its correct fall in the sad promise of the grocery store aisle. A million jars at attention, waiting for no one in particular. Still, in all this, there was hope to be strange and free, to touch something of daily life, with its