Zenith

The psyche is a funny thing. When sleep comes, we’re slaves to its pull. Dreams become portals to the parts of our minds left untapped. In these texts, Ingrid Calderon offers complete surrender into these doorways. She hopes to entice and uncover her soul to show, that we’re all suffering from the same condition. The human kind. After hundreds of dream journal entries, impromptu tarot card readings, rooftop meditations, legal marijuana tokin’ and strolls through the hot streets of Los Angeles, she has conjured and summoned some mental deities to make some sense of it all. What appeared, took its own form, morphing into the thorny thing that sits on the tip of her pen.