WHITE SANDS

FALL 02
















NIGHT JOURNEY
Feet bouncing on moonlit sand whiter than minerally possible.
Shining even brighter, an elongated transdimensional craft comes flying at low speed over the dunes, making repeated passages for our edification. At each sighting JP madly applauds then tries out various invented mudras in an attempt to communicate.

Meanwhile — in subfreezing temperatures — R has stripped naked and dances off the beat of his drum.