Room 11: Teradyon

He paints abstracts inspired by the lights he sees when he eats gourmet food. His synaesthesia gives him the world through the haze of an aurora borealis. He describes everything in terms of Kandinsky rhythms or Charlie Parker colours. He is the living embodiment of jazz and dada. Stick thin, eternally young and possessed of a resonant voice that is like being wrapped in velvet.

Part One: Blew Notes