Reminisce

As I look back on the trip. This is what comes to mind.

{Like my shades ?}

{Drink of choice}

{liberdade}

{These streets have not yet been conquered. tonight. we go out}

{Fruit Juice. Every morning}

Travelin’ Man

On this Viagem (Journey) we call life.

When I look back on my trip…i’ts days and friends like this I’ll remember.

Living/ Experiencing

This is a section from my field journal research. thought I would share it beacuse it’s a small part of my experience and give you a glimplse into some of my research here. I don’t even like calling it research beacuse it’s really going through the process of living/experiencing. These kids are teaching me a whole lot…even beyond the music.

“When the final visiting group left they quickly returned to practicing samba. I was standing on the wall air drumming and Diones gave me a beaded shaker to practice with the group. I took it with excitement beacues I was already moving to their rythms but now I could produce my own. Diones continued to practice individually with people so that they could perfect their rythms and that took about an hour. Each person had a different rhythm but as time progressed we all molded together. There was anticipation and frustration present in the group for the first hour because they could feel the potential in all of the music molding together. They knew what was coming but didn’t want to go though the necessary process of getting to that point. One of the drumers started out very attentive, focused and quiet while he was learning and listening for the rhythm. When he finally got his part, he began to dance and laugh as he played. That same sense of success occurred in a few individuals and beacues I was playing with them, I could feel the effect. We all began with instruments, practiced, listened, danced, and waited for the glorious moment for it all to come together. When we finally got it down, we played the beat together and paused giving each person time to improvise. At 5 oclock the practice was done, everyone was showing off there bruises and saying how much their hands or muscles were hurting. There was a vibe of accomplishment in the room and everytone was satisfied to leave their instruments again and go home to practice some more.”

*Sneak peak photo from the photo documentary im creating on the group.

MST: The Inhabitants

Support & Learn: http://www.mst.org.br/

MST: The Land

Beleza

Dom Helder Camara

“Quando eu dou comida aos pobres me chamam de santo. quando eu pergunto por que os pobres nao tem comida, eles me chamam de comunista”

City Scape

Fly (SportOfLiberation)

Met some cool kids the other day in the sand dunes. I thought about our connection and how at home I would go through the same process. One jump, some snowboards, and friends. We do it for the departure into air and the trick that proceeds. In that moment we are flying in this sport of liberation. From Connecticut to Brasil.

Ze

All he needs is a camera, motorcycle and his home. Liberdade is within him. He took us to his home, a clay and stick structured simple building decorated with old glass bottles and photos. Neighboorhood kids play soccer in his dirt field and lie in his hammocks next to the big black dog they call bela. I felt free. We ate at a king sized table under tall trees absorbing left over rain and sunlight. Carrots, cabbage, passion fruit juice and rice was placed before us. We had forks but ate with our hands. Natural. As the sun fell over Ze’s house we poured coffee mix into plastic cups with hot water. Sipping slowly as we flipped through his photobooks of motorcyle adventures in Brasil.