Lucian Smith

I'm no stranger to violence; from manipulative language to physical harm. So, when Norman's baby cousin burst into the garage yelling at the top of his lungs “What time is it!? What time is it!?” I barely flinched. ‘Here we…

The music went from dark to light; from something familiar to something unknown. The transitions were seamless and aligned perfectly with the unique and novel footage playing around him on TV screens of varied and even tubular models. Multi-instrumentalist, Eric…