“Sleep my angel, my child, see how the city spreads.” Under Franz Treichler’s wings, huge, breathtaking panoramas unfurl like beautiful dreamscapes on the edge of sleep. A weightless dream that is both comforting and blackened with darkness. A return to known land, whose topography has been modified by time and age. Three human beings in the matrix of Data Mirage Tangram, the latest album from The Young Gods.
|Dimensions||32 × 32 × 0.7 cm|