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A killer dusk announced what was to be the beginning of a beautiful afternoon. I had very few words to describe the scene, you know; the kind of people who had the huge need to come all the way down here to Manhattan. I attract all sorts of things, even vermin.

This time my expectations were exceeded by a landslide, as it seemed that many local and international fans-It was literally a zoo, or some kind of elegant carnival composed of down to earth folk acting like freaks for one night and tomorrow go back to their land of ignominy, which was school of course. Others swarmed from Brooklyn and SoHo, and some much unexpected from London. Or then again, I was wrong on that one. Ellis Baum came from the UK branch, started by Simon Blackwell. That also meant, in a few words that if everything went well tonight my work would go overseas.

The organic look of the M. Gallery mesmerized me. But what was even more eye-catching was the opening that took place in the lobby. You see, Mark and I prepared some background music; something soft and eerie followed by a performance. As soon as a carefully placed curtain that hung from the ceiling dropped it introduced us to a lady scantily clad in bondage and a slave ´rabbit´. It was a reinterpretation of Alice in Wonderland, naughtier of course. They would be the hosts of my show as they would walk us through every single corner until we made it successfully through the hole of paintings.

I arrived almost on time; I hate to be late, it´s an old obsession of mine. Dad and Edith were there too, looking beautiful as ever and of course let´s not forget our master of disaster Mr. Feivel Goldberg. I saw some old dogs from the art press just waiting to sink their teeth in this juicy steak of a show.

And in case you were wondering, yes, I did cut a ribbon and the vision of the falcon struck me for a matter of seconds but it felt more like vanquishing an old demon.

"Darling, this is fantastic! I really feel very drawn into this work!" That was the voice of Ms. Bradshaw from NY Art Magazine; she was hoping that this time I would fail. "Absolutely adorable, great show!" Even her embrace felt sort of rehearsed, but that was nothing out of the ordinary in these sort of events.

James was there too with some friends, but we barely had time to talk. Most of the evening was occupied by uneasy cameras.

"Beautiful people, I´d like to welcome you to the Playground. It´s an entirely new collection composed by twenty pieces done in oil, acrylic and pastel, and perhaps you might find there some unexpected blood...just kidding. These works represent some of my weakest moments but they´re all tied to a symbol, which is of course the rabbit."

TELL US MORE ABOUT THIS SYMBOL, IF YOU DON´T MIND, MR. BLACK...

"It´s has been there with me all this time. It represents the occult knowledge that dwells in dreams, especially in mine. It´s a new fascination of mine. Perhaps later on I´ll start reading cards just for fun."

RITUAL IS AN AMAZING PIECE, IS IT ALSO FULL OF THAT OCCULT NATURE YOU SAID?

"Absolutely. They explained me that the hopscotch is an actual image of the Tree Of Life from the Kabbalah. You can see the two critters playing with it as if they were Russian Roulette; where would they stop, no one knows."

WHAT´S THE MEANING OF THE 11?

I paused for a moment because that wasn´t an easy question. "You know, coincidence is one of those very few things in life that remind you that there is someone or something out there trying to reach you. The 11 or the series of 1´s happen most of the time to me. And no, for all of you geeks out there it´s not binary code, it´s actually numerology.