Florencio Yllana was born on the year of the serpent under the dragon moon. He left the Phillipines at the height of the people's revolution in the year 1986. He lived under political asylum in the heart of the midwest where he first flowered as a writer and a painter.

He had left Ohio to attend the School of the Art Institute of Chicago until he was released from the university because he was caught in the throes of a frightful mania. Or was it the manifistation of godhead?

Regardless, his demigougish tendencies, and his penchance for making other people hear voices, starting revolutions, and instigating warfare among tribal factions grew to such a fanatical level that he literally needed to take a timeout for a year. He rose in Boston after wandering the American landscape and harnessed the mania and soon grew notoriety among the masses for dropping lyrical bombs then vanishing Kaiser Sose' style.

His colors grew in a fervent pace and soon was known as a painter of the phantasmagoric and romantic. He had 3 exhibitions, played with fire a lot, loved fiercely left for Paris to find truth and live the cliche'. .

He plans to die an old man watching a sunset in Bhutan or something like that, with his one true love, after living a thousand lifetimes, and having herald in a new era of grace...