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A pinup I drew for the great @gustaffo-vargas for his new book, ALTIPLANO - take a look at the campaign here!

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Altiplano Lake Bolivia

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Parque nacional los cardones, Salta, 2007.

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"Altiplano" (2009), dir. Peter Brosens, Jessica Hope Woodworth

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El Altiplano, Bolivia, Enero 2014

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The Ledger of the Lost Altiplano.

There is a country at the top of the world where the horizon doesn’t end—it just dissolves into a fever dream of salt, steam, and heavy brushstrokes. If you were to stitch the fragments of this forgotten continent together, your travelogue would read like this:

I. The Threshold at San Pedro

You begin at the crossroads of nowhere and forever, where the San Pedro of the Sunken Peak sits baked in clay and centuries of stubborn faith. Its dual bell towers don't ring from the wind; they ring when a traveler brings a memory heavy enough to tilt the valley’s scale. At the door stands the silent warden, draped in a poncho woven from twilight and spilled wine. His face remains a shadow, and his handwritten sign warns: NO PICS. Some magic refuses to be trapped in pixels.

II. The Mist-Weaver’s Anchor

Follow the mountain's bleed down to the abyssal lakes, where the world turns to ink and static. Here, the iron-hulled trawler The Nocturne sits dead in the water, its masts cutting through a fog that pulses like a living thing. The crew isn't looking for fish; they are deep-sea dowsers, dragging lines through the freezing dark to catch the fragments of fallen constellations before they dissolve into the brine.

III. The Crimson Bleed

If you survive the damp chill of the coast, the earth breaks open into a basin of gold-green moss and a lake so violently pink it looks like a bruise on the sky. The resident guardians, the Sun-Steppers, glide across the salt crust without leaving footprints. Their wool is coarse, packed with dirt and scrub, but their eyes hold the terrifying, ancient intelligence of creatures that watched the volcanic peaks behind them freeze over.

IV. El Tatio’s Wake

Deep in the interior, the earth breathes through a fractured roof. The geyser fields boil over in mirrors of sulfur and old coins, sending up heavy, bruised clouds of turquoise and lavender steam. To walk here is to walk on the ceiling of a furnace, right at the exact moment the sun tears through the ridge line and turns the mist into gold dust.

V. The Lonely Sentinel

Finally, where the grass gives up entirely and turns to rust, the sky hardens into an aggressive, violent cobalt. Slashed with brushstrokes of turquoise and lilac, the cosmos feels entirely too close. Beneath the weight of the twin peaks, a solitary, black-coated beast stands fast against the biting wind. It doesn't look at the mountains, and it doesn't look at the path ahead. It looks directly at you, waiting to see if you have enough breath left in your lungs to ask permission to cross.