During these years I lived in a creekside cabin in North Carolina's Blue Ridge mountains. It was a perfect manifestation of how I envisioned wanting to live, based on a desire I cultivated while residing in the "anti-squat" and later prototyped during my Brazilian sojourn. I had envisioned being close to nature, living a simple life, surrounded by community, music and art.
This was a time and place where I could allow the experiences of the previous years to settle and integrate. A place where I could focus on honing my skills as an artist. For this reason I referred to the town of Boone as The Boone Cocoon.
Back then I was so introverted,
it was far out.
You could even say I was "astroverted",
documenting deep, internal, starlit journeys of sensation.
I was a sensational, internal journalist with a paintbrush and a pen.