A little more edge,
for Anti Summer.
We're so engrossed in studio work it's not terribly hard to ignore the sun's hammer. Until we go outside.
Multiple projects, multiple media. We're under the gun to finish Pete's costume for High Sierra, his No-I-am-Not-a-Cop, bizarro, mystical weirdness that includes a top hat arrayed with LED strangeness.
Photos will emerge eventually, no doubt.
We swim mostly at night now. I can't help thinking about how weird it gets here in the thick of summer. There must be some cool story that would fit such a strange setting. Anyone want to take that one on? I'll be happy to consult on Palm Springs life in summer.
gotta go. Little Black Poppets. Brains. Lights. Sounds. Motion.
We're all over it.