Welcome to a room that has inhabited numerous tenants. This room is a collector of dreams, aggression, love, lust, and pain. You are the subject of it’s experiment, participating, and enduring in a brief document of these particular collected occurrences. The tenants change while the stiffened taxidermy and rose wallpaper remain as viewers like yourself. Red is the color of the rose and still is the fox posed lifeless as a ghost peering down into this room. You are invited to an in depth and darkened view into what these thorns have collected. Here, stories stain the floor and soak into the mattress of a room we like to call D R E A M T H R O A T