MUSICIAN. ARTIST. GARDENER.
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JOURNAL

MICHAEL MUSIKA'S CHRONOLOGICAL DOCUMENTATION OF CREATION THROUGH WRITING, PHOTOGRAPHY, AND PERFORMANCE ON VIDEO.

JOURNAL


 
MARCH 28, 2017 // TWO PEOPLE PEERING OUT OF A WINDSHIELD

OAXACA, MEXICO I had a rental car because Todd was visiting. We went for an afternoon surf at a beach Alex told me about. There was no one else on the beach. The conditions were fairly big and stormy. Afterwards we had a nourishing fruit drink, and a cold rinse off, at a restaurant operated by the grandmother lady that lived on the land there, and had the business for people like us who went to the beach. There aren’t many of them. She didn’t seem worried though, and the drink was good, and so was the desolation. It was so quiet. All you could hear is the ocean, a light breeze, and few birds. The sun was bright, but getting a little lower in the sky in the late afternoon. I was already old here, but it reminded of being a little kid, discovering my favorite place is the beach.

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Michael Musika
MARCH 9, 2017 // YELLING AT WOMEN FROM THE WINDOWS OF CARS

LA PUNTA ZICATELA, OAXACA

Happiness is never talking to anyone ever again. I want to get a bandana two times. All my failings and crises of integrity can be traced to failing to follow through on fashion impulses. Everyone is all mad because I'm not a banker or one of those men who yell at women out of the windows of cars multiple times.

Michael Musika