Rainbow Mendhi.*

i want to get this done all the time. india countdown: 10 days.*

the acid bath.*

finally, i got my film back from the fourth of july madness (only 4 months later).... natives hunting in the wild... check us out as we check out the before and after in foreign curiosity... and the hippie candy and rainbow jacuzzi madness made it all whirl around us in a holographic melange of perfect naturalism.*





















and the rainbow whirlpool itself, once again....

Mitakuye Oyasin : All My Relations.*

so ian recently showed me this photo site and it's filled to the brim with tons of relevant and beautiful work. i haven't even had a chance to fully explore each artist's work yet, but i especially love this body of work by Aaron Huey, titled "Mitakuye Oyasin: All My Relations," taken from his time spent on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation. check it out, and check out the site at tinyvices.com>.*





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Portrait in Summer, 2010.*

ian took this beautiful picture of me on the res on the 5th of july, the day after the glorious celebration. i rather like it. no sleep, no makeup, no clothes, no problem.*

Art, Crack Rocks, and Dead Turkeys.*

i need to develop my film this week of our great adventure on the res, but until then, we shall use ian and kali's. the adventure began with a dead turkey and some timothy leary-inspired paper. the next day: burned out, no sleep, but so worth it. sitting on the stairs of the crackspot in downtown san diego. its residents were surprisingly cordial. then, me at the recent kelsey brookes, kime buzzeli, and albery reyes show at new image art gallery. good stuff. for more, check out
new image art.*

4th of July Anarchy.*

i want to move to the indian reservation. no laws, fireworks, beautiful land, had my first ever freshly killed turkey meat, pools and jacuzzis that change colors like rainbows, shooting ak47s and tech 9s, baby animals running everywhere, and lots and lots of organic substances flowing through our minds. laughing for 10 hours straight until my face hurts, and making laugh soup.*