(P) A primeira vez que vi alguém rodando bandeira foi quando morei no México em 2004. Um amigo havia ironicamente comprado seu par de bandeiras no Brasil, quando esteve lá de férias. Fiquei encantado com a fusão das cores e com a possibilidade de criar movimentos ao som de um bom house music: claro que pedi pra experimentar e foi mágico. Depois daquilo, tive certeza que quando encontrasse essas bandeiras à venda, compraria uma pra mim. O tempo passou...
Já em Miami, no fim de 2015, eu estava fazendo uma pesquisa de imagens, e em uma das buscas, apareceu a imagem de um circense rodando bandeira. Tive uma sensação engraçada, dessas que a gente sente quando por exemplo lembramos de algum brinquedo que tínhamos ao vê-lo em uma foto dos tempos de criança. Dessa vez, a internet me ajudou a encontrar onde poderia encomendar uma, e o fiz. Quando minhas bandeiras chegaram, desci com elas pra área da piscina do prédio onde morava e foram ali horas de diversão. A partir dali, comecei a carregar essas bandeiras na mochila. Pegava minha bike, partindo da West Avenue com 13th Street, passando pelo South Pointe Park e de lá por toda orla de South Beach, ate na 73th Street em North Beach. Quando eu encontrava uma área aberta como jardins, praças ou na própria praia, lá estava eu fazendo meu flagging.
Longe do Brasil, da família e dos amigos, numa cidade diferente, com novos desafios e obstáculos a transpor, essas bandeiras me ajudaram a colocar pra fora o sentimento que tava apertado por dentro. O desenho "Flagging" é uma homenagem a esse momento.
(E) The first time I saw somebody flagging was when I lived in Mexico in 2004. A Mexican friend who ironically had bought his pair of flags in Brazil, when he was there on vacation. I got charmed with the fusion of colors and with the possibility of creating moves by the the music's rhythm. Of course I asked him to try and it was magic. After that, I was sure I'd buy a pair for me as soon as I´d found them. The time has passed...
In Miami, on ends of 2015, I was doing an images research on my computer and I found an image of a circus flagger. I had a funny feeling, like we feel when we see a toy we once had in a childhood picture. That image reignited the enchantment I felt with the flags and at that time, the internet helped me to get some. When the flags I ordered arrived, I went down the stairs to the pool area of the condominium where I lived and I had so much fun. Then, I started to carry my new toy in my backpack. I used to ride my bike from West Avenue with 13th Street, passing by the South Pointe Park and from there to the whole South Beach border until 73th Street in North Beach. When I found an open area like a garden, square or even the beach, I stopped and flagged.
Distant from Brazil, family and friends, in a different city with new challenge and obstacles to overcome, those flags helped me to put out the feeling I was holding inside. The drawing "Flagging" is an homage to that time.
Longe do Brasil, da família e dos amigos, numa cidade diferente, com novos desafios e obstáculos a transpor, essas bandeiras me ajudaram a colocar pra fora o sentimento que tava apertado por dentro. O desenho "Flagging" é uma homenagem a esse momento.
(E) The first time I saw somebody flagging was when I lived in Mexico in 2004. A Mexican friend who ironically had bought his pair of flags in Brazil, when he was there on vacation. I got charmed with the fusion of colors and with the possibility of creating moves by the the music's rhythm. Of course I asked him to try and it was magic. After that, I was sure I'd buy a pair for me as soon as I´d found them. The time has passed...
In Miami, on ends of 2015, I was doing an images research on my computer and I found an image of a circus flagger. I had a funny feeling, like we feel when we see a toy we once had in a childhood picture. That image reignited the enchantment I felt with the flags and at that time, the internet helped me to get some. When the flags I ordered arrived, I went down the stairs to the pool area of the condominium where I lived and I had so much fun. Then, I started to carry my new toy in my backpack. I used to ride my bike from West Avenue with 13th Street, passing by the South Pointe Park and from there to the whole South Beach border until 73th Street in North Beach. When I found an open area like a garden, square or even the beach, I stopped and flagged.
Distant from Brazil, family and friends, in a different city with new challenge and obstacles to overcome, those flags helped me to put out the feeling I was holding inside. The drawing "Flagging" is an homage to that time.
