Lestat, a precocious bow-tied boy of the silver spoon, was born to an
aging Jazz Age couple of the Newport, Bristol, Barrington set. His
childhood was filled with racing Ferraris, yacht clubs, five o'clock
cocktails and brutal secrets. Lestat developed his fervor for art at an
early age, spending time in the art galleries, museums and theaters of
Manhattan and Cape Cod. Though noticed for both artistic and acrobatic
talent, his inherited proclivity for spirits fueled a rampage through
two private schools, five cars, and most of his relationships. By the
time he was thirty-two he had lost his name, his inheritance and nearly
his mind.
For the next decade Lestat lived the life of the nomad on the streets of
Berkeley, one of those colorful characters found on every "Ave" of
every city. If it weren't for a close encounter of the fourth kind, he
might have floated in the ether forever. Thankfully returned to the
here and now, Lestat brought much of the other world with him in the
form of archeological finds and quantum formulas. Scrolls, shields, map
fragments and other inscribed objects appear to be unearthed artifacts
from some other time (the future?) and place (?). His machines,
engineering projects and mathematical theories come from who knows
where, and they often keep him up 'till dawn. Lestat's art, as well as
his life, could be considered both created and found.
