Swirling roads intercept each other at random dizzying points. Colors blink and yawn at us, splash through jumping waves, and slim silly torrents of water that shriek and dance in the dazzling explosions dashed lazily across the canvass. Giggling purple horses play hide-and-seek with our eyes, darting slyly behind stocky pillars of comb plants, galloping across plains of rosy pink mandalas spotted with rushing thick black weeds. A golden voiced accordion wheezes out a single piercing note, the sharp cry wailing in my ears even though no sound has traveled. Zigzagging rows of bright white teeth, blocky, precisely set in a long splattered trumpeting elephant nose that reaches out to grab at spirals of dotted blue leaves, falling together with a clean shining backdrop of lime-green blots. Eyes, they peer out from all corners, staring and widening at the sight of us. We think we’ve found them, but they appraised us long before we did.