Two men looked up at a cloud and argued about whether it was a spaceship.
One of them circled it. The other one kept looking. Then Justin went and painted it — took the exact shape out of that Alabama sky and turned it into a galaxy, violet and rose, scattered with white.
That is the whole company in one gesture. Somebody sees something ordinary. Somebody else refuses to let it stay ordinary. GALACTIC is the room where that second thing happens on purpose.