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“DO | UNDO” - Impromptu tapebombing session
Moi: HOLY NUDITY! I MUST tampebomb ze house!
Enabler: (Wheels screeching).
Moi: Do you think..?
Enabler: Allow me, mademoiselle! … Excuse me dreadlocked friend, ici la tapebomber extraordinaire.
Dreadlocked (de)construction guy: chomp, chomp! - (he was having lunch) - Can I see?
Moi: I’ll do whilst you undo.
Moral of this fable: Do unto others as you would have them undo to you.
SAY WHAT?!
Extreme Tapebombing I went to receive the promising month of March. The third month of the orbit has proven to be life changing in one way or another, so why not give it a little push and descend into it at daredevil speed this time?
Doing what only makes sense to you is much more gratifying when you have a bunch of enablers around. You manifest your need for more, they offer adrenaline in a silver platter, you say bien sûr!, you wrap yourself in color, people look as though you’re not from around there, a nice British gentleman makes sure all those colors don’t get squashed into the land below, you fly up and you take the most sublime leap of your life. That is art!
Welcome March.
Thanks to Skydive Sebastian (FL). More about this project here.
Ze girl in action avec les tapes pour ze Tape Bombing du Buena Vista Deli à Miami | “COLOR STUDY IN 45”
How patient of them… Them being the usual life-loving hungry customers of the area’s unpretentiously hip meeting place, the Buena Vista Deli. The went with their conversations, daily newspaper readings, IM chatting and more while I repeatedly made the exact same sound with my Tape Bombing gear and got closer and closer to them as I tried to reach every inch of that pistachio colored fence.
Worth it.
Too bad tonight has been pouring like crazy.
A daytime vampire after an intense good ol’ Tapebombing session | “TEMPO”
Street Art installation for GRAMPS Bar in Wynwood.
Hunter playing instagramer-that-doesn’t-post whilst enjoying a pair of exclusive in situ Tape-Bombed clogs (man, were they ugly!!!).
“D” day, as in Defolding day. Having finished painting all the faces that the geometry of a folded origami envelope allowed me to reach, I took a huge leap and decided to open them all.
As it usually happens to a spoiled kid who gets too many presents in Christmas I indulged in the process of, though not so much in the “toys” themselves. I bolted out of my studio as fast as the Road Runner! It was too much, too fast.
“SPIDER NESTS” | Miami Design District
The last weekend of January caught me eager to explore a new format for the (accidental) series of Tape-Bombing pieces I’ve been working on. This time I went solo. Having been kicked out of this bitty construction site once before, I revisited it for my own insatiable desire’s sake.
You can’t blame a girl with a wild hunger for color if she can’t turn her back to the perfect canvas. In my mind, I fixed it.
“PROCESS” began as a personal record to document the creative (repeat title) that took the most basic and understated materials (inches and inches of color tape) into an hedonistic, fantasy-futuristic, extravagant, impractical and unnecessary pair of fashion accessories.
This video documentation ended up being a relevant (if not the most) one-third of the triad that conforms “PROCESS | EVIDENCE”, the pieces created for the Wolfsonian Museum’s Visionaries Anniversary Gala, suitably themed The Art of Illumination.
Ten Miami based architects and designers were invited to be part of The Art Illumination challenge. Among this buncha talented heads was mine. Such an honor.
Visitors beware! You stop by my studio, you’ll be requested to improvise in the great white hallway, like world traveler Michael who snaked and shimmied away!
THE JOY OF THE UNFINISHED WORK.
The word unfinished is usually related to the lack of progress, to laziness and the inability to follow through. In the past few months I’ve been able to observe myself closer than ever and I’ve finally begun to understand what my drive is: PROCESS.
A “finished” painting fails to deliver the excitement of the half-way-there one that lays to my right waiting for more.
It is recently that I understood that they will never be finalized. Knowing this, if anybody were to walk into my studio looking for some color-on-paper experience to take with him(her) home there would be plenty of options (on multiple stages) ready to go.
A sense of creative freedom like I’ve never felt before didn’t take too long to invade me after realizing this.
Mainly-red painting on its first stages with a long road to go ahead (or not).
*Special thanks to my dear friend Erwin Georgi for taking as much joy in improvising around this city as me.
Colorful promenade around town.
*Special thanks to my dear friend Erwin Georgi for taking as much joy in improvising around this city as me.
What if the day brings colors in once again?
You play it cool, for a minute hold the smile, and when no one’s looking jump up, up high.
It’s bright and it will only get more, but in that Tulsa color palette kind of way… sparse, controled, little options but intense.
Focused without knowing in which direction the wind will blow once again. Turn around, it might be coming from behind.
Today is grey, and I only want candy
What is it about returning, when you never felt like you left?
This Monday is grey, and I only want candy.
Backwards feels just right, but backwards means forward inside my head.
There is no going back, but the days don’t feel like letting me go. Is it me holding on? Or, are those hours grabbing on?
Feet craving motion where the head used to sit still, but all while moving.
The home has expanded, and these walls have turned into a grave.
Minute, constricting, crashing in…
Where is the next stop?
