it wasn't your average trip to the portal. it's usually a solo or a plus one kinda mission, and with the mindset of indiana jones. this was a mission to capture a image. or numerous images. our team consisted of a heavy metal italian with a hip hop edge and a liking for getting a deep lobster tan, a street kid soon to be daada who peers through lenses and examines light, a 19 year old mini man truck life liver who wants to know the best way to get rid of hicups in a drunkin state, a balding debaser on the border of implosion due to the absurdity of life, a hair compressing(c300) stylist, a masking exteamster, a partying lover of tassels in the color of coral, a scorpio hand holder that thinks in numbers, a lover of flashdance and firefighters, and a model.
the lens holder had a vision.
so did the coral lover.
there was a medium...it was met, with a lil' OT and a lil' less light.
there was black kettles (i didn't paint'm black), arrows, bows, knifes,a beau or bo horse (depending how you look at it), whiskey the blu healer, artifacts under the feet which many or all had no idea were under us, landscapes, colors, and shades you'd see only in dreams. and of coarse, marty robbins mustache made an appearance via el paso through a banquet beer.
but in the end, after the objective was accomplished...there was the hoof. and at some point it had to be smelt. thank you britt. and now to the photoshopping.
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