I’m in Brazil to screen the film with some participants. It’s an opportunity to reconnect without the camera and get their feedback to ensure they feel well represented by what I’ve put together. It’s been an amazing time. We’ve all matured in the two years since I first started filming, and I’ve enjoyed following Ale, Cata and the rest of the crew as they do workshops around the south of Brazil.
The only place to sleep being a secret stash of airplane blankets pilfered on a dim square of carpet behind a Best Buy vending machine in Miami is the best definition of modern travel I can think of.
Vancouver in May is flamboyant, beautiful, chaotic, energetic. A short stay punctuated with sun, beach and positive vibes.
Artists exist adjacent to markets. When the muse calls us to forms orthogonal to current monetary value, we need space to live and do our work. The hosts of this home in Albuquerque provide this space for artists. Simple, needed, effective at filling the world with more beautiful things.
My time in New Mexico is over. Echoes of art, love, laughter and songs follow me like shadowed footsteps into an awaiting dream.
It’s only been a few days and already I miss these souls.
A beautiful spot in the New Mexico desert, and a welcome break from the city.