The Artiste

Lo! What doth thine hear over the crashing waves and churlish cherubs? Could it be the sound of a lonesome heart breaking, or perhaps the sigh after a first kiss? Maybe the gentle strum of a sleepy harp, caressed by a wandering savant? These sounds and experiences could be best captured by the phenomenally elusive mind of Mochacho.

Lo! What doth thine smell? Quests... Quests abound.

Inspired by a yellow tinged sunset during the running of the bulls in Pamplona, Spain.

A steady voice spoke into his ears, "Hark, you've traversed hither and thither through the swathes of his Majesty's realm, delved and dabbled in the joys of the eternal now, so realize that a delicacy eaten alone, loses its sweetness." Mochacho leapt forthwith with alacrity and decidedly evinced a theatrical display of his peerless art and thus Moocho Mochacho was born.

Conjuring inspiration from Earth, anthropology and the denuded visage of mankind. Moocho Mochacho rends conventional decorum and paints the world with so much taste, trumping that of an auteur Bon Vivant. Dipping the viewer's toes in a burbling brook of luridness, poise and the oft irreverent.

Set sail and carry off with Mochacho through Amazons deep, mountains towering and nudity singing.

Until such time, may the winds be at your back, the dice be kind, and the Gods turn the occasional blind eye.