Lo and behold on the morning of the man burning as I shaved over my evaporation pool some Black Rock City Post Office playa nymph rolls up on a bicycle with a box just about the right size, jewelry dangling out the side and... the magic goes on. Temple of Dreams, September 2005, Black Rock City Nevada
So much so fast... Just returning from the Burning Man Arts Festival on a dry lake bed in the desert of Nevada. I've heard so many times how much the whole event was so past its hey day, but at the same time, I have yet to meet anyone going for the first time who was anything but blown away. AS I sit here and decompress from from one week of straighton in your face boundary breaking limitless art in a society that only exists to make and live create and destroy, open hearts and minds, release the past and stride boldly forward every year, I can now add my own name to the list of those blown away. I went in as a believer though... When my Olympus failed to return my camera from the service center in time for my trip, I was a believer. I left a note on my desk in the office saying when this camera arrives for me, please take it to the post office and send it express to me at this address. Kirk Peterkin (Mxyzptlk*) AnimaHouse 7:50 & Fetish c/o BRCPO Burning Man Black Rock City, NV 89412 Anyway, I figured whats the use of a camera sitting in a box on my desk. And if fedex and ups can't make heads or tales of this efermeral city and this ephermeral zip code but the black rock city post ioffice was claiming by the same magic which the the whole festival exists from to be able to get me that camera, then the camera to shoot the magic festival has to arrive similarly by magic. Lo and behold on the morning of the man burning as I shaved over my evaporation pool some Black Rock City Post Office playa nymph rolls up on a bicycle with a box just about the right size, jewelry dangling out the side and... the magic goes on. We camped at AnimaHouse, a loose confederation of 25 souls some non-descript (*) of commonality which enabled us all to thrive together and inspire one another for a little while. We stood in the center of the playa and listened to the sound of hundreds of different soundsystems coming from all different directions some stationary some moving some half a mile away some 1 mile and a half away just playing hundreds of different lflavors of bliss fiultereed through thick dust air and bright desert star space. The moon was very old and would rise about 30 minutes before the sun each morning, other than that there were bunnyrabbit men with laser fingers glowsticks fire-poi, giant bursts of flame, like the united states just after skytel took over in the terminator, ganesha sporting triangles, and spanish galleon style ritual art cars, and The Man to see by. During the daytime the gift economy was in full bloom. truly amazing wheneveryone can just share their abundance and their talents. Special thans to the violin guy, the disorient camp, vanessa, michals neighbors, the both bike repair men, the fruit man, the brcpo, the boutique, the costume cult, chris next door, camp 101, the pewter lady, the pancake camp, the art cars, share, and every artist who added a piece of themselves to Black Rock City. I'll be processing this for a while yet.