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The Pyramid Builder transforms his inspiration into 3-dimensional reality.
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El Guapo has seen the snow covered Playa and wonders where the beautiful city has gone? It has just been temporarily re-located. Our city is hiding in the rafters of my garage, in Alan’s basement, in Chris’s backyard and Ellen’s notebook and thousands of other sheds, barns and warehouses. Mostly the hidden city remains inside of us, still beating out the tribal rhythms of joyism. Let the Playa sleep for awhile before the ruckus begins again…. Mark

The seven sacred triangles have been forged with hammer and tong on the blackened anvil. By the sweat and blood of Chris and his kinsman Joel the iron was wrought into the shapes designated by the oracle. The triangles live! Their ringing tones have pieced my soul. I may have taken to much of the pain killing medicine. I will see that the singing steel reaches the playa in readiness for the gathering. I can not be there for the meeting but you all are in my dreams…… Mark
For more images in the creation process, take a look at Chris’ Picasa gallery