Photo essay Part 1:
After Exodus: Open playa
Photo essay Part 2
After Exodus: And I feel fine
Photo essay, Part 3
After Exodus: The last thing you want to see under these particular circumstances
After Exodus: The last thing you want to see under these particular circumstances
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A gibbous moon rises as a skull, churning clouds first a pair of flying beasts beneath it, then its wings, then these traces of celestial exhaust. How can you not take pleasure in the triumphalism radiating from those dry-sea eye sockets to this one? The desert can kill or kiss. This kiss bestows a permanent reorganization of anxiety. The ultimate antagonist: the great artist: the ally. Sphinxes stir within the mountains, and the skull becomes enfleshed, a beautiful cartoon with square jaw, boxy goggles - Max Headroom's hot younger brother - laughing at all the beauty. He does what the skull never did, never does - he looks me right in the eye. He is laughing his head off!
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Photo essay, Part 4
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