We are within Keith Tolch’s mind. As in, going for walks all-around.

It’s a futuristic landscape, a maze of vacant rooms with soaring ceilings and glowing, neon-lit flooring, anything bathed in an ‘80s-period palette of screaming-pink, orange and lime environmentally friendly. Random objects — a deconstructed 1967 Mustang, glass cubes brimming with swirly paint markings, delicate pencil drawings of butterflies and roosters — float by.

But, hold out. Disrobed of the plastic, padded headset, we are really in a gleaming Eagle Rock warehouse, a previous auto entire body repair service shop-turned-artists’ studio, and Tolch is perched behind a computer console,

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