“My Mom Is Torcher For Me.”

Then again, whether we struggle to spell it or not, haven’t we all felt it sometime?

Ha! Za-zing, Mom!

Then I heard the waves behind me crashing much closer than moments before and I looked to see an unexpected tide coming in surprisingly fast and high as a wall. Water rushed over the shoreline towards us and I worried they were too small to navigate this sudden onslaught so early in life. I picked them up and hurried home to care for them until the waters calmed.

As my girlfriend and I slept in our bedroom, which had a glass dome ceiling, we were awoken by a brawny guy in filthy coveralls and a ball cap who had broken into our home just to lay in the spare bed at the other end of the room and bitch about his job. He was employed by a company that – based on Eastern astrology – was contracted to tap into distant stars so their light energy could be harnessed and used here on Earth. He was upset because his work was tiring and the smaller stars he’d been assigned to provided little resource. He angrily threw an index finger toward a brighter star and said with conviction, “It’s those big, fucking Chinese dots we need to drain!”

I woke up and rolled my eyes at the idea we’d take an oil mentality to the cosmos.

Although I’ve yet to enter the building, even from the outside the structure is absolutely breathtaking up close, sculpted of Tyndall limestone from when the area was an inland sea, complete with traces of marine fossils. I’ll go back soon by myself and then take a deeper look with Frank Albo on his tour this summer.

Prints available here!

This was created as a joint effort with an ayahuasquero friend of mine, Jim Sanders, who also wrote an accompanying icaro for it. His teacher, Maestro Juan Flores, has traditionally united art with song in developing medicine used for healing.