I will not go so far as to say that the avant-garde is dead, however rigor mortis has set in. Thankfully, experimental work is still being made in so many different mediums. Maybe the metaverse will be the great new canvas for art to evolve and hopefully bring some more humanity to us humans.

Between the devolution of the world economy (no thanks to you, Putin) and a culture inundated with fake news, real news, but rarely helpful news, I often want to get disappeared into a cloud of smoke (which I have mastered). A Marijuana Movie Night is the best therapy for the insane times we are existing within (if it is not a simulation that is).

In 1973, Alejandro Jodorowsk's The Holy Mountain played in a variety of international film festivals and showed in limited release in New York and San Francisco. Since that time, it has solidified its infamous and cult status as a fixture for midnight movies like the Rocky Horror Picture Show or A Boy & His Dog.

From start to finish, The Holy Mountain assaults its viewer with shocking visuals, hallucinatory imagery, religious and spiritual allegorical combination run amuck and an ending which turns the tables on the audience in a manner which would have made the Situationists proud. We were told the revolution would not be televised because in 1973 it was on the big screen. Do challenge yourself with this amazing picture. Faint of stomach and mind need not apply.