m a r t e n b e r k m a n
the ecology of perception
When a group of friends trekked around Mount Edziza on the Spatizi Plateau, gravity changed, horizons disappeared, and we emerged bemused from the mists. Ice walls formed abstract backdrops for dinner...craters begged cartwheels and yoga. We discovered a piece of paper with undecipherable words and chanted them solemnly, infusing meaning beyond meaning, to the great emptiness. A place of humour, new meaning, deconditioning and love....we had found Planet Zog
It just made sense to name my studio after it. Welcome to Planet Zog.
