“They have poetry. The Bohemian traipses through a sky brightening constellation of ideas, illuminating the tangled pitch dark sky of dense, impenetrable black holes, unknown galaxies, worlds, otherworlds, underworlds. The Bohemian is drunk on words, paintings, carvings, plays, love affairs, travel, meditation, olives, cypress trees, everydayness, movie images, video images, sounds, naked flesh, all-nighters.”
- Laren Stover
