Buenos Aires VI
Souvenirs: Ojito. Such Busy Schedules.
Too much has happened to recall.
Sweater weather blows in. Reconfigures the mood. Subte to Abasto Shopping Center. The Neverland Arcade y Museo De Los Niños. Pricier. Sega Chicken Games. Emerson´s Transparent Eye sitting atop a videogame. The best games are the ones that best involve the cognitive processes. How do you identify with a game of chance though? I imagine the ideal as being the hybrid of videoarcade and a cognitive psychology lab, with rules and explanations. A ferris wheel indoors. A miniature indoor themepark upstairs; very Willy Wonka or FAO Schwartz. Sneak around movie theatre. Too easy here. Back to our favorite billiards-and-hamburger joint. Blaring hiphop from the jukebox. Swarms of mosquitos. Tableside service. Random assortment of balls. Vos perdiste? The place is run by a handful of highschoolers on summer break. Quintessence of summer vacation. A kilo of ice cream, down Corrientes.

Bahrein again. A girl approached the others. Gave them free passes. But why? The entrada is 50 pesos and the place is packed. Ojito: why are people so suspicious of our enthusiasm here? Met girls we swore were German: porteñas all of them. They were insane. Jonny launched me into a crowd. I accidentally punched a girl and bruised my face on someone´s shoulder.
Espuma wars for real.

Real life begins. Meet a ton of individuals at Appetite, during an opening. Daniella. Monica. George/Jorge/Porchi, the larger-than-life human cartoon and conceptual artist. The busiest of weeks. We get to paint the outside of the gallery. Famous graffiti artists we´re introduced as. We´re in the paper, as famous "German graffiti artists (www.corndawn.com)" Monica. Sleeplessness. The mural is the Pink Panther, a noticeably popular character in Argentina, with his hand in a laser. The laser beam refracting through the center pillar onto the other door, with Rockman from the Herculoids, halting the beam in a variopinto explosion. The aesthetic we were, or atleast I was, pulling for was the ambivalence and inscrutability of the hand-painted commercial signs in South America. Mild concern. The tracing aesthetic of cartoon fetishization. We agreed and disagreed, but with the final product were infinitely satisfied. http://www.appetite.com.ar. Museo de Los Niños with Monica. A mixture of good and bad intentions. Gringoworld. We´re going to transform Martín´s refrigerator. Language juice: wine and cola. Bar2. Somehow we were absorbed into the Buenos Aires artworld. Alejandro y Ezekiel, the coolest 13-yr-olds in BsAs, helped us with the mural. Paint problems. How are we going to leave?