La Merced

I'm back in Medellin now after a superb weekend and an overall great two weeks in Manizales.

Friday, after making it out of Neira only by the generosity of a bus driver, since there is only one ATM in the whole pueblo and it doesn't work with my card, I went to see Fundacion Contacto perform at a geriatric hospital. They started off going from room to room, clowning about in twos, certainly bringing smiles to peoples faces. Then somehow things turned into a geriatric dance party. There was an event with some music, a guy singing, and a maybe one couple dancing, but once the clowns arrived things really livened up. At this point I couldn't just watch anymore, I jumped right into the action, clowning about, dancing with abuelita after abuelita. There was such an honest delight in the eyes of the people there. Just to have young people there willing to have some fun with them was enough, but the extravagant silliness of the clowns turned an afternoon dance into a thrilling fiesta. That night I went out to San Carlos with Lina, Diego, and Juanita, and finally tried aguardiente. Tasty, but I didn't have too much, because the next day I had an outing.

Christian and Luz Maria, who I made contact with via Roberto Luis, brought me to their respective family's fincas. The friendliness and kindness to invite me to their country house for a day after only having lunch with me once, I found astonishing, but consistent with the openness of the culture here. We stopped into Luz Maria's finca, owned by her brother, then went on to Christian's, which had been his father's, grandfather's, and great-grandfather's before him, named 'Mateguadua.' Guadua trees look similar to bamboo, and are used traditionally to build a lot of the houses here.

Here are some pictures of the day:
http://picasaweb.google.com/108723329678166020807/LaMerced#

Walking up to the house, the mule ran over to greet us. Then I met Fernando and his family, and David, who live and work on the finca and keep things running. And their dogs, parrot, chickens, and turkey. Christian, Fernando, and I hopped onto to horses and started off. I can't remember the last time I was on a horse. I was on a camel in Israel almost three years ago. I don't think I've been on a horse since I was maybe twelve. But the horse I was on, named 'Resorte,' which translates to 'spring,' was incredibly easy to manuever.

Our three hour ride across the side of the mountain that is Christian's land was totally amazing. Unlike any other experience I've had. The grass and bushes are filled with butterflies everywhere. The ride was quite steep, zigzagging up the mountainside. There are cattle roaming about, organized into sections of the land by type. The view was constantly breathtaking. We stopped by various trees to eat their fruits: mango, guava, an orange lemon; and I nibbled the outside of some ripe coffee. The aguacate (avocado) and some spiny green fruit weren't ready. Fernando also brought along some maracuya (passion fruit) which have a texture and appearance very different from other fruits I've had. It's like you open a large hard boiled egg, peel off a fuzzy white layer, to find what could be insect eggs but are in fact silvery seeds coated in sweet tasting jelly. My legs and ass started to ache a bit into the ride, but a quick look off into the distance brought me back to bliss. Fernando was very interested in the cost of goods and life in NYC compared to La Merced. The beef from his and Christian's cow's, is brought in markets for one third the amount beef goes for the US. He asked a lot more questions about differences between the land and farms in the US, but I just didn't have the answer to questions like 'how many hectors of land does an average cattle-herder own?' My guides explained components of our surroundings; points of interest in the distance, varieties of plant life. But mostly I took in the beauty and the peace of venture. I found myself not wanting to speak very much afterward, relishing the connected silence.

From the finca we went into the town of La Merced, which is substantially smaller than Neira. Christian seemed to know the whole village. His family has been connected there for years, and he is active in business there selling the meat of his cattle. We walked through the meat market, a whole perimeter of hanging meat, with every part available from chest to intestine to head. We had un almuerzo, un tinto, y un ron (rum), with every other passerby coming to greet Christian. I found myself uncomfortable in the small town. Not just because I am stared at by everyone, but I felt a strong lack of understanding of the way of life there for some reason. What I felt I wasn't understanding I don't know, but I could feel a different mentality at work, that I want to understand better. We stopped into the impressive local church, which features the common iconography here of 'Christ's sacred heart.' Renderings of Jesus, with his heart showing, and in the case of this church, with red and blue light bursting from it. I left the town curious.

That evening I went 'El Florero de Llorente, una Historia Diferente' at the invitation of Tuto from Punto de Partida, who was helping manage the event. The performance at Ecohotel Rincon del Buho told part of Colombia's history in parody using giant doll/puppets. It seemed like I knew half the audience through my various workshops. I found it entertaining, even without knowing the historical events exactly. Then there was an small classical music ensemble, that played selections mainly from the typical Italian operas. And afterwards, with Christian and Luza Maria, Lorena and her cousin Leonardo, I went to the apartment of some friends of Christian's, whose son Juan David was in my one day workshop with the theatre group organized by Wilson Mejia. We had a good deal of ron, an excellent dinner, some wine, and then I really needed to go to sleep.

Especially thanks to the help of Lorena, Lina, Diana, and Clara, from the Manizales Colombo I was able to have such an amazing time in Manizales. I may have the opportunity to return to see part of the International Festival this year. But they really made sure I was taken care of, for work and outside of it. But now I begin again. New groups, new interns in my workshops, but a somewhat familiar place with a number of familiar faces about. I'm staying at Juan Alberto's, in a fantastic cottage-ish thing, now through the next two months. It will be different, although I have my own space apart, sort of living with Juan, his wife Marcela, and their son Emmanuel. Emmanuel already explained to me what every different button on the television does. He isn't allowed to watch TV this week, so he was quite focused on it. There are lots of lights and lots of locks here. And a hammock in my room. I need to figure out my schedule for tomorrow.

Pies de Pollo

This is the second day in a row I've been stopped by a couple of soldiers and asked for my documents. Yesterday they wanted my 'tarjeta' or ID, and today they wanted my 'libretta militaria' which is a document exempting you from military service. Both times, the guys couldn't have been older than twenty, and approached me with an odd smile. They left me alone shortly after the words 'turistico' and 'Estados Unidos.'

Tonight was my last workshop with Fundacion Contacto, but tomorrow I'm going to see them perform in a hospital. They gave me a clown nose, apron, and other trinkets of thanks over some aqua-panella. Other than some confusions with time management and transportation arrangement, things have gone well with this group. They expressed in closing that I was able to offer them some training that has helped them develop as a group, and will help them in their work as clowns. So I felt very appreciated, but I also tossed out to the group that I feel what they do using laughter to heal is great, but they need to be careful they aren't also using laughter to avoid difficult things, a trap that occasionally popped up in our work.

Tuesday I taught a longer class at Colegio Alfonso Hoyos. Five hours, a one shot deal, with a group who were all very interested in theatre, from elementary to high school age students. I'll post some pictures of this eventually.

Things went much better today in Neira than they have other days. I think they still are in school mode, which disengages them sometimes, but there are also moments when they fall into their own creativity and forget to be embarrassed. Today we really hit on the community issues directly, and although their was some drifting into 'movie moments,' the effectively rendered real moments definitely made up for it.

I took some pictures of Neira, and the bus ride back to Manizales:
http://picasaweb.google.com/108723329678166020807/NeiraAndTheRideBack#

Yesterday I worked with a group of five girls at Teatro Fundadores, a combination of some from the original Fundadores group, and some from Wilson's group, and we created 'La Danza de Los Madres Adolescentes.' I guided the girls through a sort of meditation on friends of theirs who have had children at a young age, taking on the form of that girl, creating images of their friends and their differing attitudes towards their young motherhood, arranging those images and transitioning between them to create the dance.

Also yesterday, I spent about an hour last night chatting with an English class at the Colombo. It was great just to speak in English at such length. The overall shy group asked me questions about acting and life and such, like 'who is your favorite celebrity actor?' 'what do you like most about acting?' 'do you want to be a hollywood actor?' I rambled about this and that, and maybe a few of them understood what I was saying. Upon request I recited the first Hamlet soliloquy, and then did a quick bit of 'sculpting' with the group.

Oh, also in Neira today for lunch I had some soup, with quite a variety of chicken parts in it: liver, feet, leg. I might like to think I'm adventurous in eating, but when it came to the reality of eating chicken feet, I just finished my soup and left the feet in the bowl uneaten. The liver was good though. It was a little more today, but lunch for two the other day, a full lunch with soup, meat, rice, potatoes, salad, juice, for two people, converted to $4.

People here keep asking, "And how to do you like Colombia?" In Spanish of course. I answer this question, saying I like it, the people are friendly, the country is beautiful, and it's very different from New York City. But I'm not sure if that is really the best answer. At least it feels odd repeating it just because I don't have a better answer. How do I like it? I'm certainly glad I'm here, experiencing what I'm experiencing. How do I like Colombia? The extent of poverty here is hard to ignore. Not that I try to ignore it. Last night I was having a late bite up in a restaurant, and a thief stole and man's wrist watch and ran off right outside the window. Lorena was giving some change to a small boy, and while they were talking his eyes kept darting from her eyes to her change purse. I didn't mention this here yet, but the first day I was in Medellin a fight broke out in the park right in front of the little place I was eating. A commonality in most of my workshops is people don't feel safe in their own community. I won't name which workshop, but one young student said he didn't like to smile and he liked being violent. How do I like it here? I'll have to sleep on it.

Vallenato is at least better than Reggaeton

A picture of the University of Caldas students on the final day.

And here are the pictures from the awesome trip going up the Volcano:
http://picasaweb.google.com/108723329678166020807/Volcan#

Today was a bit frustrating. It was my first day teaching in Neira, a small pueblo about half an hour bus ride from Manizales, and when I got there I was told the students did not have proper clothing and would not be able to do any exercises today, and only part of the group was there, so we should just do introductions of some sort. I thought that was silly, so I just went ahead and did a bunch of exercises that didn't require a huge amount of physical activity. Then Enestor Fabio, who runs the library at La Casa de Cultura where my workshops are in Neira, took me and Lorena for un tinto, and on a mini-tour of Neira, explaining its history, architecture, etc. In the afternoon I arrived at Teatro Fundadores, and there were only four people there for the workshop (in comparison to the almost thirty there Friday.) There may have been a schedule confusion, because originally the group didn't know that they had more classes this week. But also, they had invited me to a party Friday night, which I had said I might attend, but did not attend, because I went back to my hotel to sleep before the final workshop with U de Caldas in the morning, so it is possible the group, which did very intimate work on Friday, felt shirked. But who knows. Anyway, there was a back up plan, so I ended up doing a short workshop with young kids that was loads of fun, and another workshop with a young theatre group, in this house that has every type of art imaginable happening in it. Wilson, who teachs the theatre classes there, clearly is doing some excellent work with the young kids there, because they are open, energetic, fully engaged, as kids should be. They were better at Boal's "Complete the Image" exercise than any group I've worked with here. At the end they kept asking and asking when I was coming back, even though I told them I had to leave Sunday. They all said 'thank you' to me in English, but couldn't understand 'you're welcome.'

Saturday night I went out to a tango bar, where old men in fedoras sit around, walk up and tap girls are the knee signifying 'come on and dance,' they dance marvelously without eye contact or words, and when the dance is over they still don't even make eye contact or say a word, they just go their separate ways and the man taps another girl on the knee. We met up with some of the students at Juan Valdez, then we went to a bar where I received an intricate lesson on the varieties of music here: salsa, merengue, vallenato, tango, bolero, ranchera, reggaetone (my personal least favorite), and various fusions. One of my students is also a salsa instructor, so she gave me a quick lesson. It is quite clear that gringos like me don't have the dance instinct that they do here. Regardless, I enjoyed the dance party.

The pictures from Sierra Nevado should speak for themselves. The bus ride up and through the mountains was beautiful. Around every bend there was another magnificent view. Before ascending, they gave everyone coca tea to prevent headaches from the change in air pressure, and coca cookies were also available. Colombia. Once we got further up there it was like being on the moon or something. Amazing. The peak was as a peak should be: Chevere. Que chimba. Is it strange that I can't help but start thinking about Nietzsche when mountain climbing? A direct confrontation with my own will. Relishing my own relative strength in contrast to the weakness of the group of tourists. It was certainly difficult, but they really moved very slowly, and a couple of people had to turn around and go back. After descending, on the ride back I definitely had a head ache though; human, all too human. Then part of the little trip was a dip in a natural spring after the climb. Warm, sulfury, not too thrilling water. But the view from the pool was great.

Que mas? This blog needs a title better then 'Mitch in Medellin.' Really, very lame. Suggestions?

Final Class at U de Caldas

The work over the past three days has really been excellent. The depth of the work has dramatically increased in every group I've been working with. For the sake of confidentiality I won't discuss specific pieces from workshops, but I'm very happy with it.

It was hard to say goodbye to the Artes Escenicas Universidad de Caldas students today. They are a really great group and I'll certainly miss working with them. I wanted to get a picture of the students, and gorgeous space we've been working in, but I forgot my camera, and actually we ended up in a different space just for the last day. Hopefully I'll get some of the pictures with the students via e-mail. But really, yesterday, work emerging from images of self transition, and "The Song of the Mermaid," for the few who know the Boal exercise, and today, following an exercise NTI alums would remember crossing a room to a partner maintaining eye contact (I'm not sure it's actual origin), the longer scenes created were also strong, although there were a number of new students today, my mistake for saying this was okay, which shifted the group dynamics. Their work was fine, but it is always better to work with the same group consistently. One student, Ronal, wrote a very sweet speech for our closing, bursting with optimism for the power of art, and the students who have been there all week really seem to have connected to the work. I was touched by the degree of their investment and appreciation.

The group at Teatro Fundadores somehow manages to double every session. They are also a great group to work with, a very different dynamic than the University students. A mix of young and old and in between, they are very dedicated and focused in their work, and many seem like clearly practiced performers. "The Song of the Mermaid" brought out some really distinct work with them as well. What struck me most working with them in a similar workshop structure right after U de Caldas in the morning, was the amount of overlap in the symbolic vocabulary and the types of conflicts, but with quite different ways of expressing similar themes. I'll continue working with this group next week.

I've only had one session so far with Fundacion Contacto, a group of clowns that volunteer performing in hospitals led by a therapist in the community. Another group mixed in ages, who are very enthusiastic and willing to go where I push them. And all it took was that little push, and they really went for it; deep and down and visceral. It was really excellent.

And so what of me? Who am I now that I wasn't before? It's been two weeks, one in Medellin and one in Manizales, and there are moments, whether teaching or simply walking, when I become aware of myself in the role I'm in. It's almost as though I'm leading these sessions, and then realize for a moment I'm leading them. I almost forget most of the time that I'm taking charge of all these sessions, that I'm the one guiding and controlling these groups. It just seems natural. But it's quite different. Searching for words in Spanish, reading from my Spanish script, I'm in a different zone. A different mind, that when I'm speaking in English again I return to, and I'm able to reflect on my other self for a moment. Or my same self? Just trying to express a feeling. Maybe as I sink deeper into this place, into what I'm doing here, I'll have that awareness of doing while doing, which I'm reaching for, that maximum awareness, but I still have far to go.

Did I mention I'm climbing a volcano tomorrow? A guided full day trek. But for now, out with the students for cervesas!

Un Tinto

Today was my second day of workshops in Manizales. Both mornings I taught at the University of Caldas, and both afternoons at the Theatro Fundadores. I'll actually work with four different groups during my two weeks here.

Moreover, I'm quite tired. I was going to see a documentary screening tonight, about a fire here in Manizales many years back, but I decided not to go. Here's a link to a Picasa page I just put up. The pictures should tell part of the story of what I've been up to:
http://picasaweb.google.com/108723329678166020807

Excellent vistas: I had a stunning plane ride over the mountains, spent the beginning of a day at the Recinto del Pensamiento, a gorgeous nature reserve filled with orchids, went to the top of Chipre for a 360 degree view of the city, and took a ride on the Cable that goes up and down Manizales. I'll upload the Cable ride pictures another time.

But really the highlight has been the work over the past two days. I feel quite good about it. That isn't to say it hasn't been quite challenging, but I keep encountering things I know I could do better, things that clearly don't work, and directions I definitely should go in. I have great spaces to work in with both groups and both are very enthusiastic. The college kids can get quite silly, but that is to be expected.

I'm very lucky to have either Lorena or Diana from the Manizales Colombo helping me when the language barrier is in my way. Clara, the director of the Colombo here, has been very kind. Her brother Jorge has also been helping take me around.

So yeah, more to come. But now, rest.

El Barco Va, El Barco Viene

El Barco Va, El Barco Viene is the name of a performance I was at tonight. It felt appropriate, because it feels like I'm just settling in to how to get around in Medellin, but tomorrow I'm going to Manizales for two weeks.

Early this morning I went to San Ignacio, the only private school I'll be teaching at. Meeting with the staff it seems they also want me to organize/perform something for the end of September as well, as a part of a different festival. I'm not sure why they would want me to give a one person performance, so I said I felt it would be more interesting to organize something with a smaller group of students, but it would require more time than the two workshops I have before that date to do so.

I rode the Metro here for the first time with Oneidis who works for the Colombo. Tomorrow morning before I leave for Manizales I'll be conducting a short workshop with her, with some younger kids. I see it as a good opportunity to practice running workshops in Spanish before I'm doing it at the University of Caldas next week.

I spent the afternoon with Juan Alberto and Roberto Luis, a well known Colombian historian. We walked through the exhibit in the Colombo, and Juan the curator and Roberto discussed the relationship between the art and Colombian history. I had been in the building a number of times, but never gotten a chance to look at the artwork. Funnily enough, the piece right at the front of the exhibition is by Julian, one of the guys from Taller Siete where I'm staying. Julian also teaches at La Institucion Universitaria Bellas Artes nearby. There was a piece by Oneidis as well. Both were excellent, and I found a lot of the work in this exhibition quite compelling. Robert Luis explained how a small golden vase was symbolic of an event in the Colombian war for independence, comparable to the Boston Tea Party, in that it is a small event used to encapsulate an entire revolution. A brightly colored home covered in small cheery houses, except that many of the small houses had fallen off the large one in front of it in a pile, indicating the amount of displaced people here in Colombia. Then we went to San Fernando, to a different branch of the Medellin Colombo, and an interview was filmed between the two, discussing the San Fernando exhibit. There was a wall covered in clocks, all ticking away at the same time, each with the name of the place in Colombia where there has been a mass killing. Then the three of us had a very nice lunch.

Yesterday, I went for a guided group tour of a different exhibition at the Suramericana. You can see the exhibition here: Club Fotografico Medellin. Most of it was photography, but there were other types of works mixed in. One series of pictures of crack pipes jumped out at me, also a series with pictures with an attractive prostitute on a bed in focus, surrounded my scrawny indigenous men who are slightly blurred (by Andres Sierra Siegert) was effectively upsetting. The guide said the artist paid the prostitutes and the men, and then put them in a room together. I went on the tour with Juan Alberto and Matt O'Brien who is here on a Fulbright for photography. Then we stopped into CEFA, a school where Matt will be teaching. Later in the day I went down to El Poblado via bus with Julian for an excellent yoga class. At a supermarket, I saw the largest lobster I've ever encountered, I wish I had my camera with me. I learned a new way to make pasta sauce, by boiling many tomatoes, just to the point where you can remove the skin, then dicing, adding garlic, basil, diced cheese, cilantro, olives, etc., then just adding it cool to the pasta. Fue sabroso. I saw a selection of the collages that Jess, the Irish artist here at Taller, is working with people at Los Amigos de los Limitados Fisicos to create, and it is some really fantastic stuff.

The day before yesterday I had a meeting with Juan Alberto and Michael Cooper, the director of the Colombo. It was great to have a long chat with another American, and fascinating to better understand the place I'm working for. Apparently, a whole bunch of these cultural exchange centers were opened all over the world, but the majority of them in Latin American, after the Second World War, to teach people about American culture (I think the polite term is propaganda.) But as of 1984, all direct funding from the American government was cut off for these organizations, and they were left to fend for themselves, but also they were no longer obligated to serve a political function. Until recently, when the Obama administration has decided to reconnect to these organizations, and now they get small grants for community development work and artistic exchange from embassy's, which is how I'm here! I came to appreciate the objectives and genuine good will towards its community behind the place I'm working for much better after this conversation.

Then I met with Marcela Quintero of Circo Momo, where they teach circus skills, art, drumming, etc., to underprivileged children. I'll also be teaching there now two days a week! One day with the students, and one day to teach the faculty exercises. Some of the students were in a short section of El Barco Va, El Barco Viene, so that's why I was able to go tonight. The students were great in their drumming part, but with the exception of a few dance numbers and maybe one or two songs, the show was not spectacular; it totally fell apart technically. But Tuesday night, I actually went to a Moliere play "Escuela de Mujeres" at the Pequeno Teatro. For some reason Spanish with a French accent was difficult to understand. The show was free and just donation based. Many of the actors were very dedicated to the ridiculousness of their characters, and dedication to ridiculousness is an important life skill, but I still can't say I was captivated. I went out for drinks by el Parque de las Periodistas with Laurel (la Irlandesa), Julian, and one of his students, Juan, to wash out the farce. The streets are filled with people at night!

And Tuesday night I went to a gallery opening at a place called La Oficina on Calle 10 in el Poblado. Most of the work was actually by an American artist who lives in Medellin named Tony something. I'll edit the blog when I remember. Two of his pieces in particular I really felt something from, but I could certainly appreciate the quality of all his work there. Some fabric he has tossed charcoal dust onto in a pattern (I am not a visual artist, so although Tony explained it, those are probably not the actual materials), such that it looks like a landscape covered with holes, many of them exploding just a tad, I stayed with for a while. After words I walked with Taller y mas through the Zona Rosa, went for a Chorizon and drinks in el Poblado, then to La Bon (the sign outside says La Papayera, but apparently everyone calls it La Bon) where there was a great live band playing "Oye como va" when we arrived.

So that's what I've been up to the past few days. I probably won't continue to be as thorough in outlining what I'm doing, but for now it is good to reflect on just how many different places I've been recently. Y mi espanol es mejor cada dia. Manana, a Manizales. I'll actually be staying in a hotel there, which will feel very different from being here at Taller.

Thanks to everyone for the comments. I'll toss up a facebook message right now, because I realized that I actually didn't really let too many people know I created this blog. I don't usually bring my camera around, just for that one drive Tuesday, but maybe tomorrow I'll get some good shots from the plane!

Okay, I'm going to brush my teeth. Un abrazo.

Mi Segundo Dia

Where to begin?

This morning I saw a performance at Nuestra Gente, from group of students around the age I'll be teaching; some in high school, and some studying at Universities. It was difficult to understand everything porque todo estaba en espanol, pero their performance was really great to see. It dove right into the country's political dynamic via a specific incident from its history. A map of Colombia was created with the colors of its flag in sand on the stage, and over the course of the performance the sand was moved about, obscuring the image, and eventually a bucket of blood was poured onto an actor, leaving a large stain, una mancha de sangre, in the center of the obscured image of the country, quite clearly representing the permanent impact of violence on the country. I was struck by the dedication on the part of many of the actors, as well as how strong and visceral many of the choices were. The director would often have realistic action occur with little dialogue; a strong and risky choice, really allowing the scene created to be felt. There was a talk back following the production, and this being a special presentation, the audience was not large. I felt like there was quite an expectation for me to ask questions. I eventually asked one, spoke with some of the performers after shortly, and me and Juan spent a bit talking to Jorge who runs the place. But, wow is it frustrating to be so interested in what someone has to say and to be unable to hear all of it. I guess 'we all make the bed we must lie in,' or something like that. I certainly hope to return to Nuestra Gente during my time here.

For this week, I'm staying at Taller Siete, an artist's workshop, and a very cool place to be. Everyone here makes me feel very welcome. Comemos una cena rica la noche pasada. In addition to Taller Siete y su amigos, there are two artists from Ireland here working for the Colombo as well, working with Los Amigos de los Limitados Fisicos among other places. Houses are designed very differently here. The main area of the house is essentially outside. There are little lizards running about and birds sleep in the top of the kitchen. Take a look at the place:


I had two very patient guides go with me to the super market to get some necessities. Lots of little differences with things. Milk is only available in plastic bags. Cars and motorcycles zoom around each other as they please, and pedestrians might as well be geese that drivers assume will fly out of the way as long as they keep speeding up. Luckily the streets are numbered.

My main contact at the Colombo Amercano Juan Alberto Gaviria is really great. He's been introducing me around to everyone and helping me get my bearings. It's thanks to him that I'm able to be here. Here are some pictures I took on the drive with him between Nuestra Gente y Los Amigos de los Limitados Fisicos:




But the language is definitely in my way. Speaking is not nearly as frustrating as listening. Tengo mucho aprender.

Departure

Tomorrow at 5:30AM I leave for Medellin, Colombia to teach Theatre for three months. I've started this blog as a way of sharing and documenting my experience there.

I'll be working for an organization called el Centro Colombo Americano, teaching at three different schools in Medellin: La Institucion Educativa Santa Elena, La Institucion Educativa Maria de los Angeles Cano Marquez, y El Colegio San Ignacio de Loyola. I will organize a short performance from each school for the festival 'Arte y Escuela' on October 29th con el proyecto 'Desearte Paz.' In addition, there will be a number of other workshops and short performances I will give, but 'Arte y Escuela' will be my primary project there.

I'm about to enter a world unknown to me. Who knows what tomorrow may bring?