IO SONO UN BUFFONE MOLTO SERIO/I'M A VERY SERIOUS BUFFOON

We, trying to catch the attention of random people around the fountain. It's our first concert, we are pretty confuse. We don't know how Livramento/Rivera people will react listening to our unusual opera.

Didn't succeed very much at the first attempt, but still we felt the Balloon Orchestra we invented (actually the copyright is Alice's), was a very colourful way of celebrating and engaging people on the rua (street/strada).

 Second attempt, hosted by a marvelous antique tree, which fits beautifully the theme we are exploring: Frontiers, borders, breaking them, going beyond.

 Its roots are as knotty and strong as I imagined Nonna Nodo character .  

She is part of my childhood  (or maybe childWOOD in this case), she lives in an enchanted woods called the knotty/intricate woods, with loads of fantastic other "people": 

Bastoncello (Little stick), the clumsy mole, the Howl Otwit, Mr. Scams, Huge the Depressed and the little spaider Abigaille.

However..this little concert at the root of Nonna Nodo was really fun. Pessoas (people/la gente) at the bus stop was having fun and feeling uncomfortable: that's the effect we want to have. I know, we are such a naughty bunch of balloon players!

And then we decide to go on in our adventure: the market is the next victim!

Ready on "the stage" for another incredibe performance!

Even Hector, the dog that we basically adopted, is participating and dancing with us! 

Success! People here are sympathetic: they love the concert and when I run around them  with the whistle and Jonnie's hat, the give us some money, smiling and clapping! 

 This is the moment in which Tanise teaches us a great tune about a clown and his wife: "O raio, o sol suspende a lua, olha o palhaco no meio da rua. A mulher do palhaco è uma beleza, cara de bunda, nariz de pricesa"! Basically she, the wife, has a gorgeous bum and a nose like a princess. That is what we sing in front of one of the church (?) or better a sect (?)!!!

We are really committed, as you can see.









Peole laught at us or sing along!

This has been one of the day I love the most. I feel that the stage suits me the most is outside ordinary theaters, where fiction and reality meet and all people you bump into become, consciously or not, actors, part of the play, they play along, they add something unsuspected. I desire to be surprised and surprise. Without it I feel art is incomplete. I am incomplete. So ave (hail) to street performing art! Because I AM A BUFFOON, A REALLY SERIOUS ONE!