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<\/a><\/center><\/p>\nI had a little time to spare on the trip back to Memphis today, so I took a detour up to Brownsville to check out Billy Tripp’s Mindfield<\/a>, which I’d heard about from FearlessVK<\/a> first, and then subsequently from other people saying how cool it was. <\/p>\n And indeed, it’s a pretty bizarre, quirky, amazing thing to behold. It’s a little like looking at a three-dimensional version of one of those surreal drawings in the Scrutineyes<\/a> board game. There are so many visual references that hide at first but surface the longer you look. Granted, they are all either pretty general or pretty random-seeming to the average viewer, but to the artist, I’m sure everything in the sculpture means something. I like to imagine that every shape and item dangling from those steel beams is a trinket plucked from Tripp’s memories and dreams. <\/p>\n I was lucky enough to reach into the comment box and find a copy of Tripp’s self-published book for the taking. I’ve heard that it’s a tough read because it’s so huge and pretty rambly because it’s written in a stream-of-consciousness style. But I plan to give it a try. If it’s anything like the sculpture itself, if you just give it some time, the randomness of it recedes and what’s important starts to stand out pretty clearly. <\/p>\n Full photo set here<\/a>. <\/p>\n