JOJAPIPOSA

(The Drums playing in the back). Dreaming of June, so I can get on the road!

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…for the temperature is perfect now.
Those might be your wishes, but April is coming fast, and the room will get warmer, you see that?
It might be April next, but what I long for is June… Won’t you also miss March?
It will always be imprinted in the history of my mind.
Like that ocean and the crystal clear blue sky.
Your trip with the lone soul soundtrack.

This building dates from this time back.

They are not aware of what they have! They need to geek life up.

Parenthesis overnight, shake-up ride back.
Medusa clouds following behind.
Huge painting, blue signature by the lower corner at the right.
Cold soup drink, time machine.
Complex time. Backdrop black.
Chose the turbine. 2% white.
Life moves fast, symbiosis molds you into art.

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See? I wasn’t lying.

I’ll use the word “amazing” a hundred times over.

What about these old news? Look at this guy…

So proud a fisherman!

I wish I could slip my own picture under here somehow. Do you think they’d notice?

It’s your town, it brought you here twice.

I have a couple at home, so old, they were printed on some sort of paper-board surface.

Ancient, then! I bet you they’re signed.

Such passion for the ocean… I wish I could be born again to be like that.

You already are, like this guy who felt closer to the sky.

Can I see them? They make me remember mine…

Enjoy the digital ride while I sip my drink for breakfast.

She had style!

They flew everywhere, and he flew till the end.

It’s funny to see the others looking extra-awkward in the back. And, what is she doing here?

She’s posing with the autochthonous one.

I bet you’ll make new friends when I’m gone.

I love it when the day is clear and you can see the bridge.

And I am sure I will come back.
 

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THE NORTH WIND AND THE SUN

A dispute arose between the North Wind and the Sun, each claiming that he was stronger than the other. At last they agreed to try their powers upon a traveller, to see which could soonest strip him of his cloak. The North Wind had the first try; and, gathering up all his force for the attack, he came whirling furiously down upon the man, and caught up his cloak as though he would wrest it from him by one single effort: but the harder he blew, the more closely the man wrapped it round himself. Then came the turn of the Sun. At first he beamed gently upon the traveller, who soon unclasped his cloak and walked on with it hanging loosely about his shoulders: then he shone forth in his full strength, and the man, before he had gone many steps, was glad to throw his cloak right off and complete his journey more lightly clad.

Monstrum!

So, Gordon, tell me a bit about yourself.

I grew up in an apple farm.
I already feel envious… How many did you eat each day?
I only ate the ones that didn’t fall down.
So you picked them right from the trees…
Not exactly.
What do you mean?
I only took the ones that were ready but didn’t want to fall.
Were they fighting gravity?
It was a war.
Tell me more!
There were bees, there was wind and magic carpet dreams.
All in one? Sounds like a collage.
Lo-fi magic, where the carpets creep up from floor to wall.
Can you fly? And, what about this mirror beehive? Shouldn’t it be a ball?
There’s one inside, over the honey seat
Can I drive?
You can’t know where you’re going if you don’t know where you’ve been.

Mirrored beehive.

The War Against Gravity, by Gordon Harrison Hull.
I walked into Rockefeller Center’s Anthropologie as I always do when I visit NY, excited to see what they were exhibiting in their small gallery space. It took some strong will not to climb onto the Magic Peacock Tricycle and take it for a spin.

A couple of days after arriving home I needed to satisfy my curiosity about this artist. Who is he and why? Little did I know that I would bump into a bag full of tricks. Turns out that Mr. GHH is the co-founder of Surface-to-Air, a multidisciplinary creative company based in Paris, where they collaborate with great fashion brands like Adidas, Marc Jacobs,  Barneys NY and SUNO, among others.

The cherry on top? This short film for the colored-print-porn infused SUNO, one of my personal favorites. Enjoy! Shut! (How do I embed a video here??? Just click if you’re curious.)

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(Jamming session).
The energy is extraordinary!
You’re missing all the fun.
I know… I’ve been sick.
But not today, the day is gorgeous! Take my bike. Wear my helmet.
Mushroom shaped head?
Wrapped tightly around your face.

(Pedaling session).
Back to the academy. Warm-up session starts. Circled round, counting up, clap, point, move.
Brazilian massage??
Stomp, repeat.
Stomp, clap, shout. IMPROVISE.
We’re writing a song.
We are what?
You’ll see.
Stop the games, now we play.

A M A Z E D !

About MiMa Music

First things first… they love to improvise! And through that they turn what seems to be simple games into music. 
But how, how, how? It has taken me a long time to completely understand what makes MiMa’s teaching method so special. I had to take a plane and visit their academy in Brooklyn to experiment it first hand. 

Here’s what they have to say about themselves: MIMA Envoys travel around the world and use music improvisation and media to engage and enrich communities. MIMA started in 2000 at Princeton University and has grown into an international network of envoys, teachers and musicians in countries such as Argentina, Brazil, Cyprus, El Salvador, Greece, and the USA.

For more information, click here now, now, NOW!!!

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Leandra?
Hi.
Webster, Miami, Flamingo-colored cocktails.
Yeaaah, I remember. I was there.
What’s up?
Chanel, NY, Spring has sprung.
I can see… I’m here.
Nice shirt.
Pic?
(Third girl) I’ll take it for you.

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Where to?
M****** hotel please.
That’s about (insert number) blocks away.
Meaning?
It’s gonna be a costly ride.
How so? You pay for no gas at all.
Keeping oneself fit don’t come cheap.
Huh?
Brace yourself, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride.

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What? No story to tell here?
Images speak louder than words.
But I hate loud…
Today I’m short on words.
You are?
Let’s have another cup of tea.
We haven’t even had lunch yet…
I know, and I’m staaarving. Let’s change seats. Instead of this, we’ll (insert verb here) this!
Ice-cream?
Soft-serve.
Patio?
Back there.

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(Playing softly over our heads).
Take it without flash.
Nooo! This light reflecting from below makes me look like a monster!
Who cares? Nobody’s watching, but they’ll definitely notice the tourists if a flash lights up.
But…
You look fine.

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Did you know this is the same place from “Shame”?
I’m so sorry! I didn’t know.
Why is your sweater wearing moth holes?
Why is your english worse than mine?
Is that napkin flat? I would like to turn it into a three-dimensional something.
I’m sorry I have to go… I need to help a friend paint his apartment.
But I want to talk about Ohio.
There is the restroom, and yours has a better view.
Can I be part of the trilogy?
Maybe just part 2.
It will do.
(Drink, drink, eat. Draw, draw, draw).
What wonderful taste in wine!
(Little Prince up so high talking to the ones to his right).
We’re making a movie.
I want to help paint the apartment too!
(Remove the color from the eyes).
Jump in, here’s the address. No one understands. The uninvited girl saves the day.
I don’t know who she is!
(Splat, splat, splat. Color flying all around).
Please remove whatever is nice. Plastic bag, refrigerator’s back. Vintage french purse gets left behind.
I still don’t know who she is…
Dance, dance, dance.
It needs to get crazier. Stalk the mohawk guy…
Scarf no more. Lost in site.
Please give the camera back.
Ceci la camera.
Parlez-Vous aussi? Très bien. Oh la la!
Sprüngli comme-ci, Zurich comme-ça.
Time for bed. Nose so red, boots so high (removed once to measure real life).

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Was it still today or was it already tomorrow when we arrived?
We landed tonight, but got there tomorrow… I think so. It’s confusing, I know.
But where, where, where are we going to sleep? (the mattress starts deflating…).
Is the futton safe?
I’ll just use the mat, but place it on top of the sacrificing table.
The what?
I’ll just cuddle into this blue sofa.
Ok, but you won’t be able to move around.
Cookies and oranges before bed.
What bed..?
3 trips to the hall where the half bathroom is…
But it was so cold, how on earth did you manage? And, is that window missing a glass?
Why did you wake up on the floor?
I needed more space to expand.
Clothing flying around, coffee from a machine that doesn’t work, cookies for breakfast?
It’s already time for lunch.
Hurry, hurry, wrap those wounded feet and skip-a-dip-dip to the subway station now.
We wanted pasta at a place where they cook with Asian spices.
Ice-cream comes in a box.
Bathroom lights so red.
Tea before food, food after tea.
Chao chao, it’s time to move now. 

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Were it not, I wouldn’t have dared to embark on this ride to create the XL version of my unclassifiable art.

Nooo, not me! Juan does.

Miami International Film Festival, I was so so so glad I could enjoy one of the best movies you had to offer this year. 
Who would have thought zombies in Cuba could hold my attention for 2 hours? Alejandro Brugues must have done one or two things right, because the UK and Japanese rights for the movie have already been sold. Hopefully the movie will get a wider release so more of you can enjoy it.

Thanks, Dar”v”in for that extra ticket!

People Collector: I added a new one. One I can label not.
Greek Chorus: So, where do you keep it?
P.C: Aside… for further studies, for later use.
G.C: What if it fades, asphyxiates or runs away?
P.C: I just grab, select, collect… I know not what it takes to preserve.
G.C: Were you walking when you found it?
P.C: I was looking straight ahead.
G.C: An accident?
P.C: A turn.
G.C: In which direction?
P.C: Slightly up, said the whale.