Poco Floro in the Center of Lima, he gave me the down-low on Lima's graffiti community.
I'll be adding a new label, Lima de Reojo, for all street art related posts in, around, or about Lima's urban art scene. Reojo means what you see out of the corner of your eye and beckons you to look a second time.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Here I am, back at Daniel's house, back into the grey of Lima's winter. After my second trip to Cuba, I no longer feel like I'm on an adventure, backpacking around free as a bird. Raul and my serendipitous connection became more real, and our commitment to one another had us asking the hardest question-- Now what? How can we possibly be together? In Lima, I'm starting an art and urbanism project with the municipality and forsee staying for the next few months, at least.
"Life is a journey," some people say, and cliché as it might sound, it's true. Although I'm still in a foreign country, there's no longer the fresh feeling of a new place every couple of days, with new friends and food and sights. When everything around you is foreign, you have no choice but to be ultra-present. But the challenge is staying in the moment when everything seems the same...