The cracks of time

photo © Randal Alan Smith

The high alkalinity combines with the dryness to create 'Playa Foot'.  Beneath the yellow dust on my sole, I see a red primer.

Some say you can see the curvature of the earth in it's flatness.  For me, it creates a Dalinian landscape, ready for surreal sculpture of melting clocks and crutches.

One night, I was laying flat on the clay beneath the Man.  I was receiving sonic therapy from a didge player.  He was aligning my chackras, when I heard a psychic message that there are time doors out on the Playa.

We spend all year preparing for the 7 days it comes to life.  The e-playa rises from the clay to take on a 3 dimensional form.

And now I look up and see the cracks of the Playa echoed in the clouds.  It calls me back.