Minimal Matter

Take walks on the alternative road, the back road, the side...

Thu, 23 May 2013 05:04:19 -0400

Take walks on the alternative road, the back road, the side road.

DC, 2009

-2012

Mon, 20 May 2013 01:59:00 -0400

-2012

In Honduras finding decaying buildingsis like looking for a...

Thu, 16 May 2013 00:53:40 -0400

In Honduras finding decaying buildings
is like looking for a McDonalds anywhere else in the world.
Except the decaying involves the people still living inside of them.

my decaying love, my dying love… Take a stroll on its...

Mon, 06 May 2013 03:36:51 -0400

my decaying love, my dying love…

Take a stroll on its streets late at night,
this town is just another prostitute with a different name.

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Thu, 02 May 2013 02:42:00 -0400

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[Nothing] makes sense anymore.

Sometimes, she dresses up at night.No one will see her, notice...

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 02:09:26 -0400

Sometimes, she dresses up at night.
No one will see her, notice her but she goes on, looking through the night. All the prostitutes, the muggers, the junkies. They seem to be fond of her, at night, when no one sees her.
In daylight, [she] is dirty, filthy in fact. [She] smells rotten and fried. But at night, she wears her best brightly and tantalizing lights.

I sometimes called her Tegucigalpa.

Copan 2013

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 03:35:38 -0400

Copan 2013

I shot them both. Being alive in that tiny space.

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 15:03:35 -0400

I shot them both. Being alive in that tiny space.

Las mujeres de mi pueblo Existe una caracteristica irrefutable...

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 03:08:00 -0400

Las mujeres de mi pueblo

Existe una caracteristica irrefutable que viene desde Guatemala hasta Panama, esta a veces va un poco mas al norte y un poco mas al sur, las mujeres. Las mujeres de esta region tiene caracteristicas fisicas similares. Las jornadas son largas y los tonos de piel comienzan a tornarse tostados con el cafe, los ojos desde la mas joven hasta la mas anciana, mantienen siempre un conocimiento que solo los viejos tienen. Finalmente sus arrugas…no son trabajo y maltrato… son arrugas que vienen de sonrisas ante todo… Es asi que comienza un viaje explorando a las mujeres de mi pueblo a lo largo del itsmo centroamericano…

Bits & Pieces of something, once the home to hundreds, now...

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 02:06:50 -0400

Bits & Pieces

of something, once the home to hundreds, now the home to nothing.

“En un bosque de la China, la chinita se perdiocomo yo...

Wed, 27 Mar 2013 10:00:44 -0400

“En un bosque de la China,
la chinita se perdio
como yo andaba perdido
nos encontramos los dos…”

Every morning I wake up and look behind, it seems I have this huge backyard. The last wooded and forest area in the city is in this huge mountain raising behind my house.

La Tigra is a national park, it provides 40% of water to Tegucigalpa and other towns around it. It currently has six different trails, from easy to difficult, from half an hour to six or more hour of walk.

A little oasis in the middle of this ghost town.

Hi, my name is MJ and I’m a hoarder. I believe I am a...

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 10:00:44 -0400

Hi, my name is MJ and I’m a hoarder.

I believe I am a hoarder, I have this collection of memories, so extensive and vast and I’ve gathered them in such little amount of time. Over the course of some years I started documenting my obsession. A forest, a house, an empty space, a face, a hand, a shoe, a toe, beans, trees, anything and everything I get my eye on.

They all started with places, then they went onto people, to animals, to objects. I stack them in folder after folder, year after year…
There are some I keep near so I can look at them, there are some I hide inside other folders. I’m not sure where I keep them all, in fact I have some that I’ve left in different houses.

I am a hoarder.

Built in 1876, the former prison in Tegucigalpa, was the home to...

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 15:11:00 -0400

Built in 1876, the former prison in Tegucigalpa, was the home to up to 3,500 prisoners. Now is just a pile of dirt, falling walls, stacks of old machinery, wondering souls and death stories.

The act of ceasing to exist… then, reborn,...

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 01:01:28 -0400

The act of ceasing to exist… then, reborn, reincarnate, resuscitate.
Every act you do is a never ending cycle…

There is this, fascination for trees and all they are and represent…I like collecting things. These are just some I’ve picked along the way

I’m going back to this little town I fell in love...

Wed, 13 Mar 2013 00:41:23 -0400

I’m going back to this little town I fell in love with…

Some little town, where the afternoons are left to nap, the evenings are for riding in bikes and the weekends the market is open for the natives who come down from the mountains with their goods. Have you even been to Copan Ruins? I’m not talking about just the ruins…I’m talking about the town’s people, the tuc-tuc drivers and their half french or half english telling you where to go and where you might want to visit. The 7km bike ride to the Guatemalan frontier, or a 1km walk to La Pintada where the litle girls will sing you the national anthem in their native language.
Copan Ruins is more than just a bunch of stone that anthropologist like to come and take a look. There’s a whole world to explore around, from their Coffee tours, to horseback riding to the bars at night and the amazing multicultural diversity.

I’m coming Copan, I’m coming home…

I live in a little country in the center of America, where the...

Mon, 11 Mar 2013 03:44:09 -0400

I live in a little country in the center of America, where the people seem to struggle everyday for a job, an income, or a way to survive the next day. Nonetheless… like the old women’s tales says… the people live of circus and bread. In this little forgotten country, we live off the circus, because the bread is left for those who can afford it.

If you’ve never been to Honduras, come soon, ‘cause we’re running out of it!

According to the Human Right’s representative, Ramon...

Wed, 27 Feb 2013 02:25:22 -0500

According to the Human Right’s representative, Ramon Custodio, there are approximately twenty violent deaths reported daily in some country in Latin America…

How many four, six, eight, legged creatures do we kill daily? Here lies the lifeless corpse of a mosquito, after attempting to hunt some food. The evidence shows that it was not armed, nonetheless he was assaulted and left to decay.

Homesick

Wed, 06 Feb 2013 02:28:45 -0500

The profound sadness that invades your thoughts the moment you realize you cannot longer live in your homeland. Feeling homesick while walking up and down the streets, missing the people, the news, the beggars, the naked kids in some fancy fountain, the lady selling fruit in the corner of the street, the smell of plantations and mines in people’s skin, the smell of work and protests.
nothing but a collective fear of being homesick at home.

namcbrds: Les cuento que voy a hacer un corto en StopMotion,...

Wed, 06 Feb 2013 02:13:14 -0500

namcbrds:

Les cuento que voy a hacer un corto en StopMotion, todavía estoy trabajando en la historia, pero en las próximas semanas voy a empezar con la producción y filmación.

Sobre la historia solo les adelanto que el estilo va ser algo entre Sara Bareilles - Love Song, George Harris - I’ve Got My Mind Set On You y The Science of Sleep… ya se imaginaran todos los “props” que tengo que hacer….

Los voy a estar actualizando sobre el proyecto.

Black & White city Panama, the Miami of Central America, the...

Thu, 31 Jan 2013 19:50:28 -0500

Black & White city

Panama, the Miami of Central America, the great Panama Canal. Here you have a whole society trying to regain their soil from the US hands, after several years of tragedies, blood, riots… and still impossible to let go of their huge buildings, chain hotels, banks, money, heritage.

Here you get the best of both worlds; the rich and the poor. Full of tantalizing skyscrapers, and little wooden houses in the middle of the everyday growing city. Big and tall, short and poor…old meets new, Martinelli gets rid of the poor projects and families in their ever so decaying building blocks.
Still, that forever blue sky…that never ending line between the blues of Panama, makes you look always so up high, you might never notice the down lows.