
Old man's blues
Last August 26th marked my 22nd birthday (cof cof!..). It was my 30th actually. It was a sunny warm winter day in Sydney, and instead of spending this special day with my friends, I got to meet new ones. It was a very pleasant day, and I must thank all of you that sent me emails and messages, for you made me feel like I was close to all of you, and not across the world as I physically am. My new friends took me to the highest tower in the city, to a revolving restaurant that rotates 360º in one hour, allowing for stunning views of the harbour.
For all the circumstances, it turned out to be a pretty special and different occasion. That made me think about past birthdays, and dusting through my brain i came out with the memories of 2.
1992. I was turning 14 on the 26th. We were moving 500km south on the 28th. All my life, older siblings and friends were about to be left behind. Tough days for a kid. My house was an absolute chaos. Just after lunch time I got the visit of Gato and Gaspar. They were there to sing me happy birthday, and going through the mountains of cardboard and bags, they found a very small biscuit and a candle, and made me feel special. To this day I hold that memory as one of my most precious ones, and feel very proud to have made friends like that.
1996. Finally, the 18th birthday! I can get a driver's license and I can go to jail! My 3 great friends from childhood were staying in the south with me. Francisco had a license by then, and I got my father to lend us the car, an old 2 seater VW Golf, that took more people on the back trunk than the Lisbon buses! At one point Gaspar decided to taste the wheel and got it a bit wrong in a turn, smashing the tyre against the curb. We basically spent all night from bar to bar trying to come up with a story to tell my dad the next day. I had such an exciting time! I could actually end up in jail! :) My father decided not to press charges, as it turned out. On the dictionary, next to the word cool, you can find a picture of him.
Cheers to old age!
Welcome to my ongoing diary of thoughts and projects.
Here I sketch the storyboard of 2 characters, trapped in my body and linked to the world through my senses. They control my brain in a constant search for life waves, the eternal energy that feeds their souls.
Gummavitta is the explorer, the architect and the scientist. He searches the hemispheres of the earth, the mind and the human condition.
Mummagumma is the traveler, the painter and the dancer who collects Gummavitta´s experiences and memories and applies them to achieve connections. Connections with himself, which means you and I, us and them.

Mate, lembro-me perfeitamente do aniversário de 96! Afinal de contas eu ia na mala do Golf! :)
Do de 92 já não me lembro...
É uma honra ter estado presente nessas duas datas.
Abraço
Posted by: Gato
para o bem e para o mal estou so lá! :)
abraço
j
Posted by: João Gaspar
Parabens....a bit layed mas Parabens!
Deve ter sido um dia fantastico.
O inicio de uma nova decada, num novo continente, num novo Pais, numa nova cidade, com novos amigos...
So pode ter corrido super bem!
:)
Posted by: Carin Pires