Madonna went out of fashion, now I like Lady Gaga, then sure to be another. I like David Guetta, not him but the electronic music he does, occasionally a bit of Pearl Jam with their guitars loud weak-willed, it keeps me awake in a state of uncertainty as a teenager locked in his room with the stereo blaring. Bossa Nova no longer hear that makes me inexplicably sentimental and cry and never stop ... no one can stop me. God called many things, the big white beard entelechy enthroned hiperbarroco leadership of the universe, Coca Cola, television (not see), the good doctors, caring people, to love, to Facebook , youtube, blogs, finally the good feelings and all the technological advances. For me there are no countries or cities, only the great country of poor neighborhoods, rich middle class in danger of extinction and arto unemployed youth walking the streets with his hands in his pockets, head down not knowing what to do. I have 29 years live with my parents and I will not leave until you are 40.
I like to tag in a single pose, I am nothing and everything at once, rebellious romantic, dreamy, emotional, visceral, freak, lovesick intellectual, crazy, snobbish, trivial, banal, tender , weighed, unbearable to myself, I find that whenever I become something else, lawyer dishwasher, thinking waning, I'm in what I call my lazy phase operator. Some days I'm so stupid superhiperactivo others that I am worse than a boring Sunday afternoon. With the permission of the curse of bohemian writer stereotype, of being unable to find a stable job so far, and the just live forever, producing more of a headache to family, friends and strangers. Office hours are not with me. Economy and art in most cases and especially do not set mine, I am poor and is in that vocation and acted out of pure love of art.
hundred percent I'm not a guy who listens to Mozart all the time, but I like to listen to when creating. I also hear that reggaeton, I understand. I would like my unusual and histrionic madness merge electronic music with classical music, reggaeton, jazz, and showered folklore.
In my laziness with the elegance that never gives France, painted some pictures, I invite you to see on my blog. I'm like a contradiction to speak French but I do not like the French, but if the lyrics to Manu Chao. Ok I spoke too ... but my art is a mix of music, experiences, photographs, too messy thoughts and pictures, they spent a good part of what is my life, my art is me, my body is an artistic medium of each word pronouncing or expresses each aspect.
Charlo more common people with artist friends, in my case the height an artist is an artist. And when you talk to anybody no lack of Jehovah's Witnesses knocking at the door of the house or a young interviewer from dubious companies to which I tell them all my life, and release very hard all my existential questions.
I have long been eager to make a virtual exhibition of all my works. By the simple fact that many people I know can not come physically geographically to the exhibition galleries are in my country Bolivia. To which I have saved enough material, so I made a compilation of pictures and photos, the hand written letters on my blog. Select a few, have I made a sample to which entitled irreverent tone but cordial "The Best of Dani Boy" that's me. See this exhibition on 27 February to Sunday agreed that awards the Oscars. That day they write their comments, if you want to leave links and witness a virtual experience in the art world. I said, on February 27 during the day will begin the show, here on this website.
Amen
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