MUSICIAN. ARTIST. GARDENER.
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JOURNAL

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

SAT FEB 11, 2017 // BEGGING YOU

LA PUNTA ZICATELA, OAXACA

I awoke around eight thirty and walked down to the cafe on the corner. I had a breakfast of salad, eggs, bread and coffee. It cost one hundred fifty pesos, which is around seven dollars. Then I walked back to Risas, had a swim, and then a smoke. After that I did some journaling, meditation, and spanish practice, had another smoke, worked on the website for a few hours, then worked on the demo for “Begging You,” for another couple of hours. It was five thirty in the afternoon at that point.

I had another smoke and then walked down to the point for a surf. Didn’t catch any waves but got a good paddle in, and the sunset was beautiful. I came back to Risas after that, showered off, then walked over to Alivo for chips and guacamole and a chicken burrito. While awaiting my dinner I did some more journaling. I plotted out all the creative threads I had running which entailed in part creating a classification system for works in progress to ensure an orderly documentation and completion. This would serve as the back end for my website, which in turn could serve as a portfolio that could help me qualify for Artist in Residency programs.

In the middle of all that I did some free writing on the feasibility of going to Norway and what I needed to do to make it happen. I pondered spending six months in Japan teaching English. I made a timeline for the six months that would follow my departure from Mexico. I completed a table tallying my expenditures for the day. I’d spent five hundred twenty pesos, which is about twenty five dollars.

After dinner I returned to Risas, drank three beers, and smoked five cigarettes while shuffling through instagram. I was seated at the white plastic table on my patio with the fan whirring in the warm, dark evening. I was in bed by ten thirty.

Below is a documentation of the music I’d worked on during the day in its present state of completion and a photograph of where I ate breakfast.

Michael Musika