The dysfunctionally functional Bonded Llama family are opening the doors to their humble abode to showcase our artwork as well as our workspaces. Give us your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breath free. The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-lost to me. We lift our lamp beside the Bonded Llama door!

Not that I am drawing clear parallels between the revolutionary American icon The Statue of Liberty but our torch does burn bright and we are kind of floating out in an island oasis of warehouses and freight train layups. We are also a motley crew of dedicated artists with an array of talents guaranteed to juxtapose comfortably and could quite possibly make your nipples hard….. or not. No pressure.

So stop by and see us. We’d love to have you.

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