Wilson Limpo

I am primarily a hyphenated American, secondly, a Los Angeleno. I’ve always been attracted to rituals of redemption, particularly contemporary, urban ones. I like ideas related to the hero’s journey, individuation, and the fumbling towards wholeness. I am interested in anything about the contact between the conscious and subconscious, and the ensuing terror and renewal. It seems to me the road toward freedom – continuous internal, personal evolution is a way to bring about external freedom. Rather than starting outside, I attune to what’s inside – reach the physical through the mental, the spiritual. I am a Taurus – if that means anything – the Bull, of the Earth. But the main thing is that I am i115on. I am from the East. The whole thing is an invocation of a mythical Orient. The Ocean. The Other. The Exotic. The world I suggest is post-Orient. A disorienting, dank district moving at hyper-speed. A canyon where light and shadows are locked in desperate embrace; ancient and futurist, Irrational, ordered, majestic and mercurial. A salty sheen of sweat on a black cultured pearl, you know?