I wish there was more absurdity in life . . . and not of the gym socks, popped collars, and aviator glasses variety. I want talking bananas, silverware with little personalities, cows that do the dishes, and of course (hint, hint) pigs that fly - when the impossible happens and the laws of nature are turned upside down, normal isn’t normal anymore. This sudden loss of cabin pressure in our brains creates a visual vortex where our imaginations are forced to imagine once again. Our right to think is restored, our paradigms shift and “normal” will never be “normal” again.

That said, I invite you to take a tour of the Redefining Normal Pig Factory where the industrial assembly line thoughtlessly churns out “normal” pigs. Confined, limited, restrained, and robotic this mechanical metaphor serves as social and religious commentary on our various institutions that manufacture mediocrity. But never fear, when all seems lost and mediocrity the mainstay, enter our heros: The Flying Pigs(ta da). Formerly unsatisfied assembly line pigs (oink oink), the flying pigs defy convention, routine, and ceremony (and physics)and choose to live in a world not defined by silly things like gravity, biology, and normalcy. The flying pigs challenge us with an obscene freedom and inspire within us a dangerous ability to break free and redefine normal.