All jokes aside, this artwork stirs something deep inside of me that hasn’t been stirred since I saw Magic Mike. A bottomless pit of interpretations can be unearthed from the sophisticated collage that adorns our halls. The patient, precise skill it must have taken to take a fragment of a picture and move it two inches upwards is reminiscent of Seurat placing the last dot on A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grand Jatte. Frankly, this masterpiece has probably turned more people towards Jesus than your grandma ever could. We salute, you, Böök.