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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.
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.
An unbirthday party celebration where everyone’s invited. If you wish to be part of it, click here!
The night she wore a trenchcoat to dinner (AKA: Micro-Theatre soirée)
March is a magic number
The Secret
J: …but I want to…
A: The secret shall not be leaked.
J: …but I have this urge…
A: Control it you must.
J: …but they look so pretty…
A: Under wraps remain they should.
Orders I follow not.
A: What have you done?! What have you done?!
J: Consider this, what’s done is done.
I trust you not.
J: But not for long… for I will rise from deep below, trust me again you will, I know!
This is not a Taco truck.
No, it wasn’t!
That’s just what Kylie Durrie made everyone print today in her “Moveable Type” printing house with wheels. After 6 or so months on the road she decided to venture into swampy Miami and parked her unpretentious wonderland right in front of Wynwood’s beloved Lester’s.
Thanks to Kickstarter.com and her multiple supporters she was able to transform a beat up Chevy truck into… well, it’s best to see for yourselves…
(Not swampy Miami, of course… I just borrowed this one from her website).
Follow her journey here!
Pulgosisimo!
Thank you, sweaty guy, whoever you are, for taking my pictures.
3, 2, 1… run like a squirrel!
