A psychodellic[sic], abstract trip through the disjointed, frantic style of Eric Sall’s latest works is not for the straighthead. The frenzied strokes melt into cloud of chaos, yellow curtains pull back to reveal a frenzy of brush strokes and paint drips, and a blue-grey fog ascends into puffy clouds of Prozac. The alternating lines of color connect ideas and then melt into each other–and then into the surrounding environment. Let the eye-catching colors and bold lines pull in with their mystique and keep you staring blankly at your Retina display for hours instead of working. Turn on, tune in, drop out.