Enrique Ramirez


Wrecking Ball

The Temple to the Mouse in ruins

The Forest reads like a heady and roving literary essay, whose forays into art and environment have a “blink and you’ll miss it” quality to them.

What do we mean when we call something “Piranesian”?

There comes a loud, thudding crash.


In Unsupervised, everything comes to you from the giant LED screen and aiming straight for your eyeballs. Call it blunt force psychedelia.

The cosmically pop take on Eero Saarinen’s CBS Building you never knew you needed