A Haida carver draws his blade through a cedar log, making a totem pole under the blue-black hats of trees.
Miles Davis begins recording Kinda Blue on a scowling October day in the Columbia studio on 30th street in New York.
The cedar log slowly reveals summers of endless whales, winters of starvation and, near the bottom, the People being born from a clam shell.
Kinda Blue filters out of the Brooklyn studio merging with the night that flows like pillow lava underwater, hardening into a million glass faces. Miles will work all night to give the faces at least one good eye.