Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Estampas Bonitas: Beautiful Prints

Estampas Bonitas on Sungas, on Saias, on Congas on the Praias!  I'm bursting into song again!  But, for me, the quintessential mark of the carioca style- bold vivid colors in a variety of patterns stamped on most any article of clothing.  Artwork pending.....
If you think it, they will print it.

My recent collection of lino-cuts has revolved around the ordinary and the cliche symbols of Rio.  One such image that comes to mind:  the cockroach, that pesky urban denizen. Barely tolerable, he goes where he wants.... and so does his print....

"Oh!  I didn't see you there!"

"Excuse me! Passing through!"

"What a lovely home you have here. Mind if I skeeter for a while?"






























Window Life

Fofoca: Gossip


















My final printed works these days are a montage of everything I've been absorbing form this frenetic city.  Now the jumble in my mind has a place to go.

Endings turn Beginnings


Finished my last class teaching with Edumais yesterday. I'm so full of emotions.  The saudades I will have for my students and my time here in Brazil. The excitement of new possibilities. But I can't think about the next step just yet. Time, let me linger here for a moment.

Time will also tell me what this passage in life was about further down the road. For now, I think of the people I should thank. The good-bye's to be made. The final meet-ups.

Brazil, I don't know when I'll be back but I'll have to save a large space in my heart for you.

So I lingered as long as a could with this post and today is my last day here in Rio. I've been printmaking as much as I can.  My dad says I'm printing South America to take back with me. He knows me. Full of surprises, this city, marvelous as it is, a dangerous beauty at times.

Closing this curtain for now.  I have to come back to you, oh Rio.

Monday, April 17, 2017

My Jungle Story

On the way to Sao Jose

Set back into the jungle or mata some 5 kilometers from the main highway, no roads, only a trail, is the "Sitio de Sao Jose" or  Ferreira's agroforestry eco farm.  Lured there by a National Geographic article and further research into Zé's work- hosting some 27 institutions and having given two Ted Talks, I thought, "man, I need to meet this person. "  With some digging, I was able to coordinate a visit, a bit tricky with no signal in the jungle, but the fates aligned and tudo deu certo.  This mini jungle jaunt proved to be one of my more memorable moments in all my time in Brazil....

Trekking forth into the mata I eased into a rhythm- one forgotten but familiar.  Staring at the path before me, step after step onto the deep, rich understory.  Nothing stays the same here.  Decaying matter transforms into new growth.  Busy insects skeeter to and fro.  I better keep moving or I too will be consumed by the forest.  Keep moving on this path, as well as in all matters of life.

The fates did align in the end and I arrived serendipidously in time for the midday meal, prepared from the eco farm's stock.

Meal on Ze's farm: taioba leaf greens, beans, manioc flour, palmito, brown rice
Seriously, best food I've eaten in Brazil and one of the best meals I've ever had- save for ma's cookin'!

The theme of pathways continues post lunch while chatting with my host.  Who is this unique individual making a life out here, producing his own food, who has built his own home, calls himself a farmer, and genuinely respects and coexists with his environ?  We delve right into the heart of the matter.  To paraphrase some of our conversation: We are not shaping our own paths.  We are shaped by the needs of society.  We are not open to other paths, other ways of knowing.  His words struck a cord within me.  I feel trapped by the very instruments that are meant to improve and facilitate my daily ongoings.  I dance this dance because I am obligated, but not because it gives me a great sense of fulfillment.  No.  The source of our fulfillment comes from creation, contact with nature and real human connection.

We continued... we spoke of altering our perceptions profoundly, by making a shift in our way of living.  We spoke of the challenges inherent in doing so.  Challenges such as the naysayers.  The stigma of being a 'farmer' as a lowly position.  The sheer back breaking work of constructing your own home.  The unimaginable set backs.  But coming from Zé,  a most humble figure, his words carry the weight of his practice.  People can talk but they need to put the practice behind it.   does this in such a way that he has attracted a following among the network of environmentalists, agriculturalists, and just anyone who really cares about the Earth and others.  I'm sure I'm not the first to conclude that he was like a kind of Brazilian Buddha, enlightened out there in the woods.

After such a lunch and a deep chat, I was scrambling to jot down my notes from our conversation.  I passed out shortly after into a deep, satisfying nap.



The following day, I became better acquainted with the site.  I toured the various planting zones and learned more about the system of Agroforestry, planting with the forest, not over exhausting the fields, and producing your own sustenance.  I was entranced by all the microcosms of life and the overall harmony of this place.  Observing a row of non edible bean plants alongside a row of ginger, the bean plants are solely planted to give nourishment back to the soil, thereby allowing the ginger plants to prosper.  This symbiotic way in which the plants give back is a theme I can click with.

A tour in photos:

 and his land, 7 years dormant this section

Ginger plants and bean plants

Jack fruit and its admirers- look close
Behold!  The pantry





Chopping down palmito (hearts of palm)
Back in the kitchen with the palmito

Cozy kitchen moments
 prepares the taoiba leaf
Volunteers and , heartfelt good-byes

Best outdoor shower ever!!!




Friday, March 31, 2017

Ponto de Encontro: Meeting Point

Ponto de Encontro sketch from ascent up into the community

My mind is a jumble.  
Steps and paths leading this way and that.  
Connections happen in a zap.  
This is not becoming a hokey rap! Arg!

As stated, it has taken me months to emerge from the exciting jumble-like bustle of twists and turns one finds in the communities sprawling up the hills of Rio.  I have captured here a cluster point, meeting point of human interaction.  Narrowly passersby step to the side, to teeter as they talk.

Into Print


Above All



Printmaking;  media of choice, allowing me to capture the architecture I was seeing, simplify it and reproduce the image into layers of cascading steps and dwellings.























Thursday, March 23, 2017

Beginnings

Beginnings 
I hesitate to speak for the artwork that I shall be posting.  I'd like to allow it to speak for itself.  What story is being told here?  
For me, it is very near and dear.  
I hold it in my heart.  
A young soul in the midst of discovery.  
Is he reading a book or making art?


The Gypsy Blood is Strong in You

Taking a sabbatical year is truly something of luxury and necessity all at once.  A luxury because one needs to plan and have the means to take it.  A necessity because I needed to break from the routine. Not many I know have taken one and those who do, consider it a 'gap' year, like something you do after high school, between college years.  Well, those years are far behind, and I know what I'm doing is not a revelation, but I felt it absolutely necessary to recharge, redirect, or re-whatever it is I'm supposed to be doing.

So what have I been doing?  A lot of self-doubt.   Searching.  Musical Chair apartment living.  A sabbatical year is NOT a year off of work.  It is a pause from my usual life as an art teacher, which I still love, but not a break in the sense that I'm on vacation.

There is work to be done.  Volunteer work with Edumais these past several months has been an anchor for me.  Believe me, it is honest, humbling work and I adore it, and it anchors me by giving my life meaning and purpose.
Working with the students with Edumais

Apart from the good, honest work, there has been the day to day of living a more simple life; co-living situations, which are good for the portuguese but not for the artist craving privacy to create.  Also, prolonging my stay involved a lot of shenanigans and stress of which the details are not needed here.

Fast forward six months later and here I am with this blog.  I have finally begun to emerge from the haze and felt that I have absorbed enough of my environment to find direction to write and create art about this Brazilian odyssey in Rio.

Let the posting begin!  A collection of ramblings in Rio from a wanderer, once told by a healer, "the gypsy blood is strong in you."  The healer is for another story....