"Wisdom can only be passed on by the touching of hands" - Brion Gysin.
Mr. G was 50 years old and lived with his mother. He was the only one of eight children who never left the family home. From his modest room he inquired about purchasing yachts, listened to Sinatra, played chess, and travelled the world in his mind. Mr. G, (how Charles Baudelaire refers to Constantin Guys to keep his identity a secret in: The Painter of Modern Life) stands for Gonzalo, my alcoholic and schizophrenic uncle who I spent hours with when I was dropped off after school at my grandmother's house five days a week. He never left his room but filled my imagination with enough curiosity to make sure I did. From the early days of dot com, when this series began, to what seems as the tackling of Covid 19, this is a record of how essential human contact beyond four walls actually is.