There are no longer separate rooms in Andy Castillo's home/shop; now there are only tunnels. The intricate tangle of colored plastic objects, shiny chrome, and cord are so densely woven together, to enter the doorway is literally to feel the material culture pressing in from all sides - completely stimulating and claustrophobia-inducing at the same time. More a gigantic found-object sculpture than a shop, it is a monument to the very full life of a packrat.
