A frightened, long - haired man pays you for your work
through pizza boxes, convenience store snacks, drinks at bars, and obtuse chit - chat.
Not exact matches
I ate a
pizza (a really, really good
pizza from Milton's in Raleigh) and spent the entire next day in a darkened living room, plowing
through tissue
boxes.
Matt Johnson takes forms like crumpled cardboard
boxes, shards of cut drywall, a discarded cup,
pizza box, and rolls of blue painter's tape, things that live in the place between utility and refuse, and shows their incidental elegance by persevering their fragility and transience
through replication as sculptures.
Apparently it involves weird, see -
through self - driving
boxes roaming
through cities, delivering people, packages, and
pizza.