Artist :: Sculptor :: Writer

Foreword

Everyone I describe, in this work, had accepted that we were all - at the time - on the edge of an auspicious moment. Yet it was a moment that would catalyze not in some immediate transformation, but reveal its deeper significance several decades later - at the advent of the next millennium. ‘Warning light,’’ remember?

It was a harbinger time. Nothing more. A time when my friends and I had ingested drugs, oftentimes recklessly, not simply to ‘get high,’ or to ‘escape reality,’ but to expand consciousness. To see if we could, with youthful passion, alter the essential founding blocks upon which this violent, hyper-industrial civilization had rested. After all, I had been born to a generation coming of age under the dark heavens of nuclear annihilation.

 

 

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