Cerise Tail (SUBCONSCIOUS)
CERISE TAIL (SUBCONSCIOUS) is full blooded Native American Indian. Youngest daughter of long running stealthy politicians, she gleaned most of her basic skills via keen observation and quiet experimentation. Sometimes alone, sometimes in tandem with her siblings.
Bodyguards, bulletproof vests, quick getaways, extreme secrecy, irregular schedules, flying around the country, high profile events, government officials, foreign dignitaries, royalty, celebrities, cocktail parties, forgotten birthdays, unusual pets with unusual deaths, car crashes/collisions. These were mere side effects of political life. Cerise went through training alongside her irregularly scheduled events, which consisted of: Karate, Kung Fu, electronics, morse code, map making, ballet, riflery, theology, puppetry, piano, sewing, drawing, welding, carpentry, horsemanship, photography, field hockey, sports trainer, downhill skiing, yoga, swimming, connection to the other worlds via direct plug-in and consistent lucid dreaming. She learned to move effortlessly through the ether, always setting up the next move in all directions.
This foundation brought her many other opportunities to elevate her skills. Cerise was placed in a New England preparatory school to move her into the international realm of exclusivity and privilege. She then further solidified her intuitive ingenuity by attending the number one fine art school in the country. Which would set the corner stone for her future assignments in various institutions with innocuous titles. Some examples: childcare, casino work, investment banking, high fashion, health care, research and development, filmmaking and public speaking.
As nature would have it, Cerise maintains and treasures her anonymity (on a MACRO scale). She is always tickled and wide-eyed at the standard grand magic of the human form. She has two consistent companions: her gold SD880 and her tuxedo cat.
Montalagar Grüns (CONSCIOUS)
MONTALAGAR GRÜNS (CONSCIOUS) was born to analyze. The first born child of an engineer and a computer programmer, Montalagar had a lot to decipher at an early age. The notion that analysis was merely an option came as a late discovery to her, and under her small enlightenment, she basked. The light in fact would begin to smudge and distort her programmed systems as she progressed into new realms of experience. Through music she followed the mystery of sound, finding herself in small dingy houses that smelled of cigarettes and beer. She listened to loud music and bent guitar strings under the influence of Jimmy Page and Slash. She slept on the floor. She sought refuge in the garage as church, found comfort in amplifiers as choirs.
After many years of travel under the first world, the lingering light remained while the sound was chased. And so Montalagar looked. The experience of sound translation led her to visual translation of experience.
In New York, she experienced the Charles Ives symphony of the machine, and fearing to be a cog, she tied herself to the anchor of Brooklyn to evade the rapid stream of brain soap. Eventually after judging herself to be sufficiently grounded, she established a Chelsea art studio where she would retreat to focus on translating the smells of gasoline, cigarettes and despair. To keep her spirits up, she started a Styx cover band. Yes it was awesome.
Then one day, while on a project to uncover some historically significant anger in a subject upstate, Montagalar encountered for the first time, Cerise
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