Our adventure took us across the border to a desert city
and art as a way to weave an invisible thread between each other....
cold margaritas in the mid-day heat....
only to disappear soon after
leaving an imprint in the sand as the sole
proof of their existence
Our star pod filled camping area.....
All were gathered for a week under a layer of moondust
and freaks found their family....
dancing buddies everywhere they gazed....
Art installations and bumping bass filled
Bicycles were the preferred mode of trasportation....
The Barbie Death Camp ritually crucified
and hung barbies
Kelsey Fairy held a tutu pilgrimage on tutu tuesday.....
The Centre Cafe was a hub for social encounters
and circus arts.....
The sacred Temple was the ultimate symbol of the impermanence
of life and the inevitability of death.....
Nighttime Art cars at the Temple Burn....
Thousands gathered for the ending of the Temple's brief and
beautiful existence.....
All the sorrow and joy of life torched along with theand the end is just an illusion like everything else....
No comments:
Post a Comment