JOJAPIPOSA
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5:15 AM… Alarm goes off.
Shut up, don’t go, I want to get up but let me snore
Grab all we have, how much we’ve packed!
Drive fast, drive slow
I’m wide awake, let’s cross this state!
Take us somewhere, take us North
Till Monticello we made it today
The house is old, the town is small
The wooden floors, Pat at the door
“Come in through the front door!”
Blue room, like powder from a while ago
If that fireplace worked there is nothing I would burn
Capital city, blueberry fields
Magnolia tree, and we eat underneath
And this was just day 1.
From Miami Beach, to Mount Rushmore and back. Click here to support this adventure / artistic project: http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/jojapiposa/the-road-less-travelled-an-artistic-adventure-in-t
Instagram recap from day 1.
We drove through a virtual wall of kamikaze mosquitoes, we ate without forks, we stepped down in style, we doodled on a leaf, and we saw the retro modern look that birds around here like.
Support The Road Less Traveled here so we can get to Mount Rushmore in one piece: http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/jojapiposa/the-road-less-travelled-an-artistic-adventure-in-t
In the spirit of getting in better shape for The Road Less Traveled, I scheduled a private session with one of my favorite fitness instructors. My creative partner in crime had mentioned that he wanted to get his behind back to the gym, so I dragged him to come along and share a sweat with us!
I could’ve not been more inspired…
If you wish to know why improvising is so good for you click here, now, now, now!
An unbirthday party celebration where everyone’s invited. If you wish to be part of it, click here!
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 :)
Jack, show me your stripes… What will you listen to, and why?
April and its burning Ring of Fire
The night she wore a trenchcoat to dinner (AKA: Micro-Theatre soirée)
Summer dreams
The Gypsy Box (AKA: There and back again)
(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 !
It’s my blog, and I pixelate myself if I want to.
Media workshop: how to make the best MiMa minute videos.
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!!!
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone because all the pictures are in here.
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).
Coconut ice-cream comes in a box
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. 
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone because my computer is miles away
March is a magic number
