6 years ago, I brought D4rt, my mobile art workshop, along with art supplies, books and comics to a village called "Yantalo" in the Amazon jungle of Peru. I taught sequential visual storytelling, we made masks and drew fantastical self-portraits - all with the help of Kickstarter. I painted a mural on the side of the village school, battled (and later ate) flying ants, are fresh fruit for breakfast every day and fell asleep to the apocalyptic croaking of jungle frogs every night.
2011 was the year I lost my father, my grandmother, and the year I finally left a beloved, but grievously ill-starred creative collaboration. And in the nadir of all those endings the beginning of the long-form metamorphosis took shape, spurring a series of events and decisions that finally brought me to the life I have longed for throughout the shitshorm-cum-whirlwind.
Seeing these kids' faces now makes me wonder whether any of them pursued art further and what beginnings that year may have brought them.
Sometimes I miss the jungle, but I'm right where I should be, now. More about D4rt here: http://biorequiem.com/projects/d4rt 🎨🚀