Mr. Bumble Bindlegrim: The life of Bindlegrim is shrouded in mystery and discrepant details. Said to be well-traveled, it is certain that he lived his later years on a small island in the rainy Northwest, on a small farm of moss-draped apple trees and wild rabbits, in a community where residents always wave. And though said to be amiable, no one recalls waving to Bindlegrim - seen mostly only by those who delivered items to his farm, like the mail courier who recalls frequent mysteriously-wrapped international packages transported to and from the doorstep. It was during these years that Wiley, a tourist ineptly traversing the nebulous borders of properties and preserves of the island, stumbled upon Bindlegrim in his orchard, and upon striking up a long and pleasant discourse on the nature of holiday, was gifted with a set of dusty, brittle, and illuminating documents from the gentleman's personal library.Robert Aaron Wiley: Growing up in the American South, Wiley developed deep appreciation for the expressions of a mysterious world: (surreal kudzu-vine landscapes, waves of cicada calls through the trees, unidentifiable remnants on his grandfather's dilapidated farm, fireflies, and moonlit treks with friends on forest paths or through rusted factories and train yards). In similar fashion, this appreciation drew him to the diverse people and landscapes of the Southwest, where for many years, in a little blue hatchback, accrued thousands of miles beyond his base of Albuquerque, New Mexico, to investigate cultural festivities, historical ruins, and fantastic natural wonders. After a refreshing ten year jaunt doing the same from Seattle, Washington, (from where he claims to have met the inscrutable Bindlegrim), Wiley resides once more in the Southwest, his soul's home.

He looks forward to more adventures there creating new expressions of the mysterious world through writing, visual art, music, and multimedia projects.