On October 21st I was hiking with my dog on the winding fire trails behind Magic Mountain. The path borders the edge of nature, where housing development has stopped (temporarily) and butts into open land of chaparral. Emerging stealthily, a pack of coyotes attacked my dog. I finally escaped their stalking circle into the bright green of mans scripted landscapea golf course. This surreal experience had an uncanny resemblance to myth and fairytale. Lets call it Valencia is a reenactment in which I navigated the gray area between experience and representation, subjectivity and perception. I examined how memory is a function of interpretation while exploring the relationship between the authentic and the orchestrated. With an emphasis on artificiality, ALL becomes fiction.