WHITE PLACE

SPRING EQUINOX 03

















13 JAG-WAR
We are 2 days away from the bombing of Bagdhad and the Eastern sky is Mordor red. An angry wind blows.

Draped in the floating woolen cloak of his dark shaman persona R tells the ocean's tale of a dolphin, a man at sea, and a Great White Shark...what could be the ultimate Neptunian triad. A few words, a few moves, and the trident sinks deep: JP is pierced at the core.