The most hospitable man I’ve met displays his mannequin heads like heirloom fine china.

In the depths of his labyrinth works Charlie Ellis, the Daedalus of this meticulously curated beast, tinkering over a dense layer of sawdust. To artists, the surrounding environment is sacred to their craft as it bridges their innate compulsion to create to the external world, and often becomes just much a work of art as the intended final piece.