Lars Kremer’s basement studio situated near Bushwick’s western border would be brimming all over with quirkily brilliant bodies of work even if its ceilings weren’t quite so low. When I last visited we chatted about obscure arachnids, symmetries and grids, controls and loosenings thereof, verbal pathways unto imagery, comically recraftable chairs, anthropo-ergonomic balloonery, and [READ ►]