JOJAPIPOSA
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Green over turmoil
Such commotion!
Over what?
Green steps up
Annihilate. Right side panel comes alive
(Come to think, in the middle I still laze, conversation kept alive)
Watch your step, you’ll trip over your own face
Are those strings holding me up?
Or, do you duck behind the color I cast?
The R word and its very blurry lines…
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.
National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum. Oklahoma City, OK.
- Hello, 2 tickets please. One adult, and one adult-aged but childish-headed person.
- We’re closing at 4 PM today, there is an art auction going on.
(Elegantly dressed people arriving. We saw them. I think I still had some Turner Falls Park water dropping from my hair, and my flip flops were as dusty as the old Wild West).
- But here… (free passes!). Make sure you check this and that.
Holy hospitality!!! People, why are you so nice here?
Like one of my very dear friends says: “from the sublime, to the (insert adjective here)”. That is how this quick stop in Fort Worth, Texas has proven to be. This morning started with an early rise, greeted by the best of Texan hospitality when the moment I opened the cottage’s doors I was greeted by a bunch of warm muffins wrapped in the best Laura Ashley style.
I spent most of the morning “working” on this monster of a project that is never satisfied. Photographs? Every single day. Paintings? As soon as I get back. Drawings? There should be more, but I need this time to absorb. Short improvised experimental film? Heck yeah! Why not? So, recording I did all morning long, while my first chief in command paraded around the garden and stepped on some camouflaged dog sh*t.
Hope it brings you lots of good luck! ;)
We would never consider leaving this town without paying a visit to The Modern. Pure architectural porn.
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).
March is a magic number
Doggy style
I know!
This entry’s title is SUCH a cliché I can barely forgive myself, but it made you look, did it not? (you pervs).
But what is this about? tell us, tell us!
This sculpture, which was picked up in my studio today, will be part of the SmARTy Dogs for Smart Schools public art campaign, produced by Prince Media Developments. All the sculptures that are part of this public art festival will be auctioned off on March 28, 2012 at Pinecrest Gardens and 100% of the proceeds will go to the Smart Schools campaign to support technology at the Village’s public schools.
More info here.
Bad doggy, bad! Good doggy.
Illustration Salad (for no particular reason other than to show them up)
Master’s Mystery Art Show (2011)
FIU delegate: How did you end up here?
Moi: one beautiful tropical day, I was minding my own business, as I always do, when opportunity knocked. She looked gorgeous! You should have seen her hair.
FIU delegate: Who?
Moi: Op-por-tu-ni-ty… Have you never met her?
FIU delegate: and what did she have to say?
Moi: “Neo, you’re the one”
FIU delegate: Huh?!
Moi: EXACTLY!
FIU delegate: How did you react to that?
Moi: I told her “You’re crazy lady… now take your red pill and follow the white rabbit”… and so she did.
FIU delegate: and then what happened?
Moi: She started chasing after poor Snowball like a madwoman!
FIU delegate: Oh boy, why did I ask?.. And then what happened?
Moi: Well (I said, looking smarter than ever) I noticed the paper and t-shirt she had dropped and picked them up.
FIU delegate: and…
Moi: And I started painting on them (My smile shinned so brightly that any star would have been jealous).
FIU delegate: Can I see them?
Moi: Show me yours, I’ll show you mine…
Kaleidoscopic t-shirt.Let’s get (just a tiny bit) serious now, because this is really cool: on Wednesday, November 30th the seventh Master’s Mystery Art Show will be held at The Ritz Carlton South Beach (FL). It is one of the most interesting events of the Miami Art Season.
I know… I’m already showing mine… don’t blame the sinner, blame the sin.
“My take on the evolution of species” - A (mock) National Geographic interview.
In true Darwinian style, I started studying plants that yet not exist but will soon be around. If he studied the evolution of our past I have the right to study the future… right?
Here’s an excerpt of what my interview with National Geographic would be like:
NG: So… you say you have studied the future of species? is that right?
Me: Of course, look!
NG: Yeah… Those look like doodles to me… are you serious?
Me: What do you mean? Of course I am. I spent hours playing with my watercolors, and I hate wasting my time (I smiled and sort of closed my eyes as I tilted my head up towards my right, like my answer was the smartest thing this man had ever heard).
NG: What scientific proof do you have that plants will evolve towards that level of personalization?
Me: Well… they need to do something about their boring ways or they will completely be replaced by holograms. I already threw mine away.
NG: That doesn’t mean they will start behaving like spoiled pets.
Me: Yes, they can be very spoiled… and they will!
NG: How long have you been working on these botanical experiments in your lab?
Me: Lab?.. Nooo, that’s the bar.
NG: So you have not been working on any botanical experiments?
Me: But I’m planing to (once again I smiled).
NG: Ok, thank you for your time, I am leaving now.
Me: Will I be featured in the cover?
(Door slamming).
A little birdie told me…
We are all no one till someone thinks that we’re someone…
Until there we are no one.
Do you wear what you believe in, or do you believe in what you wear?
¡Covadonga, estás pingada!
- ¡Covadonga!
- … (splash, splash)…
- ¡Cova!
- … (squish, squish)…
- ¡Covadongadonga, estas pingada!
- … (still no reaction from Covadonga)…
- A ver, a ver… a la casa Covadonga, que estas pingada ¡Covadonga! ¡A la casa!
- (Covadonga, dripping in chlorine-infused water, slowly walks back, dragging her feet in obvious disagreement with the instructions given).
Not Covadonga, this is Hanneli. http://www.hanneli.com/ …. This is Covadonga (up here).
pingar v. intr.
1 Colgar o estar suspendida una cosa: a ver si te arreglas el bajo de la falda porque te pinga por delante. Pender.
2 Gotear una cosa o una persona que está empapada en algún líquido: llovía mucho y llegué a casa pingando.
3 Brincar, saltar.
Lyrics to a conversation
- I saw you
- What?
- What do you mean what?
- Where?
- To my right, at 3 o’clock!
- That early??
- NO! not the time…
- Is it time to go? Already?
- …
- Huh..?
- You never answer
- I am, right now… shoot!
- Bang!
- NO! not the gun…
- Who are they?
- The bullets?
- fghvnjk uiytreyduiogiuyubt
(repeat chorus)
Always with naked feet… gotta do something about it.
Turning the nonsensical into a somethi-cal
