
A self portrait dedicated to one of my first memories of deception. Growing up in Santa Fe Springs, I was exposed to a variety of industrial surroundings, namely, the nasty ass refinery down Telegraph. This thing was fully up and running when I was little, and at night glowed with the intensity of a thousand wonderful theme parks...which is why I firmly believed this place was Disneyland as a child. Of course, my parents let me go ahead and hold this to be true. >_<