King Cake Brooklyn, New York
A child waits to be born; a soul in search of its host, a King in search of his subjects, a masterpiece in search of an artist. Liminal, naked, lonely – beneath oceans of cream, enrobed in folds of dough…
What is creation? Art? What is ownership?
...thunderous Bass, mesmerizing Axe, tender 'Bone, howling Trumpet, explosive Drums, and always the mellifluous yawp of the Voice.