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    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?
     

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    Only 6 more days to go! Become an official supporter of “The Road Less Traveled” here: http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/jojapiposa/the-road-less-travelled-an-artistic-adventure-in-t Your support will help me get back home and be an important piece of the pie in the improvised production of this Art Film I have been working on. Cheers!

    Only 6 more days to go! Become an official supporter of “The Road Less Traveled” here: http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/jojapiposa/the-road-less-travelled-an-artistic-adventure-in-t

    Your support will help me get back home and be an important piece of the pie in the improvised production of this Art Film I have been working on.

    Cheers!

    Extract from my last interview:
    What would you say your main hobbies are?
    Visiting state prisons when on the road, and asking the guard where the souvenir shop is located at. Also, inexpressively posing for photographs that make no sense in other people’s homes.
    So… You mean to say you’re kind of strange.
    An odd bird, a weird fish. Always have, always will.

    Suuuch a true story! (including being interviewed). We found ourselves driving through Leavenworth, Kansas, and bumping into this massive United States Penitentiary by chance one sunny afternoon (it’s a lie. I included it as a MUST SEE in our pseudo-itinerary. It’s so massive, so intimidating, so cold we HAD to see it up close). That’s why we drove into the “Visitor’s parking”, and completely ignoring that we couldn’t be there decided to take a little tour in our car asking a really nice guard if they had a little “museum” that would tell us the story of how it came to be.
    He only said: “if you want to take a picture you can see it better from the other side of the street”.
    Thanks sir!
    Not 2 minutes had gone by and we were chased by a bulldog of a guard driving a pimped-up golf cart. “I can confiscate that camera. Leave immediately”, and so we did…

    Next best thing was to make myself look eerie and weird in every house around the block. And so we did.

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    If they ask: “what did you like most about Kansas (Missouri) roadtrip girl? I’ll have to say “that swing hanging from the endless rope tied to the centenary tree that got struck by lighting once and only has a few more years to live”. True story.

    If they ask: “what did you like most about Kansas (Missouri) roadtrip girl? I’ll have to say “that swing hanging from the endless rope tied to the centenary tree that got struck by lighting once and only has a few more years to live”.
    True story.

    We could not leave Kansas City without paying a short visit to the long-thick-mustached heaven for 2 wheelers, the Harley Davidson Headquarters.

    What?! Kansas City is not in Kansas? Yes it is, and in Missouri too. How does that work? Well, a street divides the states while the city remains the same… But, does it really? (no, it doesn’t).
    This is my ode to the gutsy State Line Road.

    Toto… We have arrived to the land of Oz.

    Why did I get that eerie feeling as soon as we crossed the state line from Oklahoma, I wonder? The hours passed by and that feeling proved itself to be right on track. To Kansas City we were heading.
    Yes, but which one?
    Huh? Is there more than one?
    Girl, you haven’t seen anything yet!

    Hello Route 66! I had no expectations whatsoever, we were just looking for the famous over-the-hill-gang rebuilt round Barn of Arcadia. I think I hadn’t even payed a lot of attention that we would have the opportunity to drive along the Mother Road. And as usual, when you do just the right amount of research and leave space for improvisation great things come to you as if by magic.

    Bye-bye cowboys, hello Indians (100% politically incorrect? Maybe, but this is the fastest way to illustrate how abrupt the change felt as soon as we crossed the state line from Texas to the great plains of Oklahoma.

    We came in through what is proudly called Chikasaw Nation (one of the big 5 civilized tribes). Casinos, water towers, more casinos.

    OMG! Is that a water park they built around Oklahoma’s largest waterfall? We HAVE TO go check it out! And so we did… Park ranger and chief in command Bill was extremely nice to let us park where he first thought our Jeep would not fit (we’re Venezuelans, we usually make it work, so we sucked our bellies in, tightly closed our eyes and sandwiched our Jeep between two monster trucks).

    Bill welcomes The Road Less Traveled to Turner Falls Waterpark, housing Oklahoma’s largest waterfall.

    Another glance at our stop in Louisiana.

    Sculpture turned cylinder of sound by him.

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