Steven H. Bridgens Born: Kansas City, Missouri, Planet Earth, 1949, the year of the first Soviet nuclear test Parents: healers, one trod the dark path and one the light Siblings: one of each, both younger, iconoclasts and artists Progeny: one son, a man now with his own trajectory and dreams Current Fascinations: words, painting, sculpture, the ancient world or the idea of it, particularly the rebuilding of it, silence and the absence of it, sleep and the same, dead bluesmen, ancient Asian poets, the demi-monde, espionage, imagined, not real, the primeval forest of Buddhism in all its humble glory, the savage comic tyranny of the political stage, the toxic and liberating proscenium of the internet, the dark Jungian depths of the self, the flickering colored shadows of the cinema and architecture, the utopian possibilities of life on garden earth with our liberated sentient friends Death: certain as to its eventuality but uncertain as to its time. Indifferent, but not unconcerned.