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SAN JOSE, COSTA RICA GRAFFITI: NEUR Pt. 1

Published on April 23, 2019April 24, 2019 by jacquelinemhadelLeave a comment

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THERE ARE SO MANY PROLIFIC GRAFFITI WRITERS IN SAN JOSE; THEIR PIECES ARE EVERYWHERE! HERE ARE 10 PIECES FROM NEUR. TO SEE MORE OF THIS ARTIST’S WORK: https://www.instagram.com/n32lt/

feb-apr2019. san jose, costa rica.

SAN JOSE, COSTA RICA GRAFFITI: DUNK Pt. 1

Published on April 23, 2019April 23, 2019 by jacquelinemhadelLeave a comment

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There are so many prolific graffiti writers in San Jose; their pieces are everywhere! Here are 10 pieces from DUNK. To see more of this artist’s work: https://www.instagram.com/_dunkest/

feb-apr2019. san jose, costa rica.

SAN JOSE, COSTA RICA: UNDERNEATH THE INSANE ASYLUM (21 Pilots, Pt. 4)

Published on April 21, 2019 by jacquelinemhadelLeave a comment

THE SOUNDTRACK TO MY THREE MONTHS OF LIVING IN COSTA RICA HAS BEEN ALMOST EXCLUSIVELY, THE 4 TWENTY ONE PILOTS’ ALBUMS: SELF-TITLED, VESSEL, BLURRYFACE, AND TRENCH. THIS UPCOMING 4-PART PHOTO SERIES WILL FEATURE CAPTIONS WITH THEIR LYRICS DESCRIBING AN EVEN DEEPER CONTEXTUALIZATION OF MY OVERALL PURE VIDA EXPERIENCE.

as it’s the fourth and final part of this series, i should probably mention that every photo in the entire series was shot from the hip. i never raised my camera to my eye. so, i never really knew what i was capturing until i got back to my room and went through them.

**i can’t believe how much i hate. pressures of a new place roll my way.**

***no, we are not just graffiti on a passing train.***

***this culture* *is a poacher of overexposure.***

*i’ll morph to someone else. i’m just a* *ghost*.

**hide you in my coat pocket, where i kept my rebel red. i felt i was invincible, you wrapped around my head.**

**i’ve always been collected, calm, and chill.**

**i want you to follow me down to the bottom. underneath the insane asylum.**

**sometimes i feel cold, even paralyzed. my interior world needs to sanitize.**

***nice to know my kind will be on my side. i don’t* *believe* *the hype. and you know you’re a terrible sight.***

**i’m lighter when i’m lower. i’m higher when i’m heavy.**

*in city, i feel my spirit is contained*.

**i’m sorry i did not visit. did not know how to take it. when your eyes did not know me.**

**i needed change of pace. couldn’t take the pace of change.**

**you’re loving on the psychopath sitting next to you.**

**you’re loving on the freakshow sitting next to you.**

apr19. San Jose, Costa Rica.

SAN JOSE, COSTA RICA: WE WILL BECOME SILHOUETTES (the postal service, chet faker, alt-j)

Published on April 20, 2019June 14, 2024 by jacquelinemhadelLeave a comment

***you seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex. a stranger with no*** ***door key explaining that i’m just visiting. and i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving.***

***and i have to speculate that god himself did make us into corresponding shapes like puzzle pieces from the clay.***

***smeared black ink. your palms are sweaty. and i’m barely listening to last demands. i’m staring at the asphalt wondering what’s buried underneath where i am.***

*last week i had the strangest dream where everything was just as it* *seemed*.

***don’t wake me. i plan on sleeping in.***

***i feel i must interject here. you’re getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself.*** ***with these revisions and gaps in history. so let me*** ***help you remember. i’ve made charts and graphs that should finally make it*** ***clear. i’ve prepared a lecture on why i have to leave.***

and i want life in every word to the extent that it’s absurd.

***and i’m screaming at the top of my lungs pretending that the echoes belong to someone, someone i used to know.***

i wanted to walk through the empty streets and feel something constant under my feet.

***…until our shells simply cannot hold all our insides in, and that’s when we’ll explode.***

***i’ll be the fire escape that’s bolted to the ancient brick where you will sit and contemplate your day.***

***i’ll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning.***

***i’ll be the phonograph that plays your favorite albums back as you’re lying there drifting off to sleep.***

***i’ll be your winter coat buttoned and zipped straight to the throat with the collar up so you won’t catch a cold.***

***i want to take you far from the cynics in this town.***

***we’ll cut our bodies free from the* *tethers* *of this scene.***

***start a brand new colony where everything will change. we’ll give ourselves new names (identities erased.)***

***now i’m a novel made resourceful. i start a chain with my thought.***

***cold pain. i cannot sustain it. that’s what i’m thinking, not what i’m drinking.***

***these thoughts are* *pervasive. it’s not a statement but peace can be evasive.***

***melt my happiness. some kind of fucked up mess.***

***i need a bit of coffee and the warm sun. and the dusty ideas only half spun.***

***i’m not the reason you’re looking for redemption.***

***is it absurd for me to hurt when* *everything* *else is fading?***

***i’m*** ***walking through each smile.***

*she may* *contain* *the urge to run away but* *hold* *her down with soggy clothes and* *breeze blocks*.

***do you* *know* *where the wild things go?***

***she’s morphine, queen of my vaccine.***

***she makes the* *sound,* *the sound the sea makes, to calm me*** ***down.***

***we can’t lose touch, but we can let go.***

***the* *nights* *of all my youth pressed into one glass of water.***

***painless with a great*** ***closeness.***

***legions upon legions of craftsmen handmade my feelings.***

mar2019. San Jose, Costa Rica.

SAN JOSE, COSTA RICA: BLURRYFACE (21 PILOTS, Pt. 3)

Published on April 19, 2019April 19, 2019 by jacquelinemhadel2 Comments

THE SOUNDTRACK TO MY THREE MONTHS OF LIVING IN COSTA RICA HAS BEEN ALMOST EXCLUSIVELY, THE 4 TWENTY ONE PILOTS’ ALBUMS: SELF-TITLED, VESSEL, BLURRYFACE, AND TRENCH. THIS UPCOMING 4-PART PHOTO SERIES WILL FEATURE CAPTIONS WITH THEIR LYRICS DESCRIBING AN EVEN DEEPER CONTEXTUALIZATION OF MY OVERALL PURE VIDA EXPERIENCE.

**wish we could turn back time, to the good old days.**

**yeah, i think about the end way too much.**

***i’ve been thinking too much. help me.***

**but i’m not good with directions and i hide behind my mouth. i’m a pro at imperfections and i’m best friends with my** ***doubt.***

**release me from the present. i’m obsessing all these questions.**

**you are out of my mind. you aren’t seeing my side.**

***i’m out of my mind. i’m not* *seeing things* *right.***

**i’m a goner. somebody catch my breath. i wanna be known by you.**

19apr19. San Jose, Costa Rica.

SAN JOSE, COSTA RICA: JORGE JIMÉNEZ DEREDIA SCULPTURES (the cure)

Published on April 18, 2019April 18, 2019 by jacquelinemhadel3 Comments

Jiménez Deredia is an internationally acclaimed Costa Rican sculptor, whose works are displayed throughout the San Jose city center for an extended period of time this year. Here are some images I’ve collected over the past couple of months. I listened to various The Cure albums while I created this post, so lyrics from the “Disintegration” album and others, are used to provide the captions. It’s a “mood thing.”

sometimes you make me feel **like i’m living at the edge of the world.**
“it’s just the way i smile,” **you said.**

there was nothing in the world **that I ever wanted more**
**than to feel you deep in my heart.**

**always the need** **to feel again the real belief** **of something more than mockery.**
**if only i could** **fill my heart with love.**

**you make me feel like i am free again.**

**i never said i would stay to the end.**

**hopelessly drift in the eyes of the ghost again.**

**she used to just stand there and stare** **and roll her eyes right up to heaven.**
**and make like I just wasn’t there.**

she used to just stand there and smile **and her eyes would go all sort of far away.**
**and stay like that for quite a while.**

**yesterday i got so old,** **i felt like i could die.**
**yesterday i got so old,** **it made me want to cry.**

and you’re beautiful. **you glow inside my head.**
you hold me hypnotized. **i’m mesmerized.**

**you, soft and only, you lost and lonely.**
**you, strange as angels** **dancing in the deepest oceans.**
**twisting in the water**. **you’re just like a dream.**

**if it can’t be like before i’ve got to let it end.**
**i don’t want what i was, i had a change of head.**

**if it can’t be like it was, i’ve got to let it rest.**
**i don’t want what i did, i had a change of tense.**

**crying for the death of your heart**. **you were stone white.**
**so delicate.**

and you finally found all your courage **to let it all go.**

SAN JOSE, COSTA RICA: VESSEL (21 Pilots, PT. 2)

Published on April 17, 2019 by jacquelinemhadelLeave a comment

THE SOUNDTRACK TO MY THREE MONTHS OF LIVING IN COSTA RICA HAS BEEN ALMOST EXCLUSIVELY, THE 4 TWENTY ONE PILOTS’ ALBUMS: SELF-TITLED, VESSEL, BLURRYFACE, AND TRENCH. THIS UPCOMING 4-PART PHOTO SERIES WILL FEATURE CAPTIONS WITH THEIR LYRICS DESCRIBING AN EVEN DEEPER CONTEXTUALIZATION OF MY OVERALL PURE VIDA EXPERIENCE.

***i’ll stay awake, ’cause the dark’s not taking prisoners* *tonight.***

**why am i not scared in the morning? i don’t hear those voices calling. i must have kicked them out…**

***you think twice about your life. it* *probably* *happens at night, right?***

***am i the only one i know waging my wars behind my face and above my throat?* *shadows* *will scream that i’m alone.***

**behind my eyelids are islands of violence.**

**and since we know that dreams are dead, and life turns plans up on their head, i will plan to be a bum, so i just might become someone.**

***i’m forced to* *deal with* *what i feel, there is no distraction to mask what is real.***

**i find over the course of our human existence, one thing consists of** ***consistence. and it’s that we’re all battling fear. oh dear, i don’t* *know* *if we*** ***know why we’re here.***

**i’m semi-automatic. my prayer’s schizophrenic.**

***i do not know why i would go in* *front of you and hide my soul, ’cause you’re the only one who knows it.***

don’t wanna call you in the night time. don’t wanna give you all my pieces. don’t wanna hand you all my trouble. don’t wanna give you all my demons. you’ll have to watch me struggle from several rooms away. but tonight, i’ll need you to stay.

**i’ll never be what you see inside. you say i’m not alone, but i am petrified.**

**i can feel your breath. i can feel my death. i want to know you. i want to see. i want to say** ***hello.***

15apr19. san jose, costa rica.

SAN JOSE, COSTA RICA: IMPLICIT DEMAND FOR PROOF (21 Pilots, PT. 1)

Published on April 17, 2019April 17, 2019 by jacquelinemhadel6 Comments

the soundtrack to my three months of living in Costa Rica has been almost exclusively, the 4 twenty one pilots’ albums: self-titled, vessel, blurryface, and trench. this upcoming 4-part photo series will feature captions with their lyrics describing an even deeper contextualization of my overall pure vida experience.

i’ll try to delay what you make of my life. but i don’t want your way. i want mine.

you are tired. you are hurt. a moth ate through your favorite shirt. and all your friends, they fertilize the ground you walk. lose your mind.

i’ve been traveling in the deserts of my mind.

living like a ghost, you walk by everyone you know. you say that you’re fine, but you have lost your sway and glow.

then the wages of war will start inside my head with my counterpart.

no one really knows his mind and no one knows behind his eyes.

we get colder as we grow older. we will walk so much slower.

i’m not sure i want to give you tools that can destroy my heart.

he wakes up early today, throws on a mask that will alter his face. nobody knows his real name…

he thinks that faith might be dead. nothing kills a man faster than his own head.

the air begins to feel a little thin, as we’re waiting for the morning to begin.

i wanna fall inside your ghost and fill up every hole inside my mind. and i want everyone to know that i am half a soul divided.

look in the mirror and ask your soul if you’re alright.

put on the glitter that your soul hides behind.

all we are is an isle of flightless birds.

please don’t think about why you can’t sleep in the evening.

please don’t be afraid of what your soul is really thinking.

how frustrating and so degrading, his time we’re wasting, as time will fly by and the sky will cry as light is fading…

16apr19. San Jose, Costa Rica.

SAN JOSE, COSTA RICA 🇨🇷: RIDE

Published on April 15, 2019 by jacquelinemhadelLeave a comment

Ride

Twenty One Pilots

I just wanna stay in the sun where I find
I know it’s hard sometimes
Pieces of peace in the sun’s peace of mind
I know it’s hard sometimes
Yeah, I think about the end just way too much
But it’s fun to fantasize
All my enemies who wouldn’t wish who I was
But it’s fun to fantasize