Recently, Hollywood's third finger Quentin Tarantino (Kill Bill, Death Proof, Sin City, etc.) described the work of Helios Creed as "mind blowing". I tend to think of his art as relevant thus immortal. Helios Creed once again violates the expectation in this campy psychedelic journey fluffing the occult world of "hermeneutical xenotransilluminatory hyper dimensional intelligence". I am reminded of some lucky person peaking on LSD-25 whilst night strolling Colma City, California.