"You might want to file James Chase's constructions with Cornell's creepier channelings, Hollywood's vintage interpretations of the hellish, and Poe's ever-looming pendulum, but his highly artful gearboxes and crates are both timely and timeless (as well as contemporary--instilling his peep shows with a zine-n-comix-ture), culling odds-and-ends off the industrial-aged blocks of Manchester's mill sections and then rigging them up and bolting them together, updating this darkest of milieus with these readings of our souls--yes, the lurid, tube-hot, and the sublime, machine-cold, but more so the immeasurable and untold."
-Mark DeCarteret
author of (If This Is The) New World
