Llyn Foulkes marches to the beat of his own drum — and bass, xylophone, car horn and cowbell. The idiosyncratic painter…is also an accomplished musician. And his instrument of choice is, well, all of them.
Foulkes plays a homemade contraption called the Machine, a dense, wraparound nest of scavenged and invented instruments whose crowning glory is a clump of old-fashioned car and bicycle horns.
