JOJAPIPOSA
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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.
This project is like a monster with many heads… (Matryoshka pic courtesy of my favorite video artist).
Summer is here, and there is an artist with a passion for the road! To support this matryoshka of a project click here now, now, now!
What should a passionate artist do this June? Plan a 3 week adventure into the heart of America of course! Check out why…
Esta vez en español (Yeei!!!)
¿Qué estoy haciendo aqui? - se estarán preguntando, mientras yo extiendo la alfombra roja, les digo a los paparazzi que se controlen un poco, y los meseros empiezan a repartir copas de champaña.
Esta artista les quiere hacer una invitación super especial. En Junio estaré recorriendo más de 12 estados en carro, partiendo de Miami Beach hasta Mount Rushmore (así es, tengo una morbosa curiosidad por ver esas cuatro cabezas gigantescas talladas en la montaña).
Desde hace un poco más de 3 años tengo el antojo de hacer uno de esos viajes a los que llamo “plan sin plan”. Sé que quiero llegar del punto A al punto B, pero en un recorrido que da tantas vueltas como una chupeta de feria de comiquita. Decidí que éste sería el verano perfecto para hacerlo, pero no quería que fuera un simple viaje así que decidí convertirlo en un proyecto artístico-antropológico y social a la vez.
The Road Less Traveled es una aventura en búsqueda de lo que no se me ha perdido, pero más que todo de inspiración, a través de la cual abriré una ventanota a mi proceso creativo y a todas las anécdotas que inevitablemente acompañan a este tipo de monstruos de mil cabezas.
¿Un monstruo de mil cabezas? ¿No ique se trata de arte? - Mi proceso creativo consiste en crear mientras consigo la inspiración para crear. Es como una ola que quiere llegar a la orilla para reventar, pero en la mitad de camino va arrastrando arena, empujando surfistas, mezclando pescados y revolcando niñitos.
Todo esto quiere decir que va a ser una GOZADA de proyecto, en el que estaré improvisando cada día y compartiendo a través de mi Facebook, Twitter (@JOJAPIPOSA), Instagram (jojapiposa) y Pinterest (jojapiposa) TO-DO lo que pase.
¿Cómo hago para formar parte? ¡Dime, dime, dime! - Desarrollar un proyecto de este tipo conlleva una inversión. Por ello decidí publicarlo en Kickstarter.com, para invitar al mundo entero a que colaboren a cambio de una serie de premios y de 3 semanas de pura acción.
Para entender mejor por qué quiero comer patilla en Mount Rushmore hagan clíck aquí.No sean tímidos, y envíen cualquier pregunta que tengan y la responderé.
Gracias a Yeei.com por la promoción a través de su recién estrenada plataforma :)
Welcome May
What is this obsession of yours with the months?, asked the gentle lady with the accent from far away.
It’s not an obsession, sometimes you just know.
It looks like too many. How will you handle the mix?
They only make sense when in sync.
Ok, but how does it translate?
Sometimes ladies from faraway do not get it, so I decided to get up and leave.
Sometimes you just know.
April and its burning Ring of Fire
The night she wore a trenchcoat to dinner (AKA: Micro-Theatre soirée)
Summer dreams
The War against gravity
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.)
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone because it’s much more fun being away from home.
Home is where the paint is (AKA: the night we all got out of our comfort zone)
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).
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone because I’m not home (but I’m in Home 3).
Art Basel & the obsession with self-portraiture
Once again, Art Basel Miami Beach (and all the satellite fairs) came and went.
Oh, how good you were to me, leaving this body so tired, this mind overwhelmed and these eyes wider than ever.
Illustration Salad (for no particular reason other than to show them up)
Jumping out of my plié
it wasn’t easy getting out of bed,
I stretched, chasséd, while getting dressed,
not feeling anxious for a single breath.
All of a sudden room serviced knocked,
“I did not order this soggy bread!”,
“I’m sorry madame, won’t happen again”,
I slammed the door in his puzzled face.
I lost my mojo, now tell me what?
“Get back in bed!” the voices cried,
I wrapped myself in terrycloth,
and jetéd right back to my fluffy stage.
