Rehearsed joy is something I experience from time-to-time while exploring The Second Shooter. It’s making love, and it’s tiring. Some drunken days I want to wander and experiment with the world with a camera to my eye, exploring nothing but creativity, with or without people. While working, my heart is on a hope to wander and drink what our world offers. I want to love the deviant’s hobby—to get drunk and flirt with something deathly beautiful: the resulting beauty of light, something as perfect and challenging as all of nature. That, though, is up to me to attempt to master. And that mastery of the uncertain is the wonder of Jester King.
Over the small fruitful patches of Earth’s soil humanity is able to call home, a great many breweries rehearse joy and morph the basis of creation into beer. Natural wondrous growth is lucky when Jester King couples water with the products of cosmic design to make a joyful experiment, gambling on harnessing what grows around us. The payoff is how it ends: what’s beautiful to others but what also satisfies practiced talents and personal compulsions. People are only fortunate in life when they realize they are all explorers. Creativity is the only natural resource I don’t want to see extinguished. My own heart isn’t for many things, but gratitude is an emotion I want to fall in love with, same as with hard work chasing the light and holding it in dark desire. I can’t wait to share the beauty and pleasure of Jester King, the pleasures of a specific and celebrated place.