November 2010

The Rizoma Festival

November 9, 2010 - 6:45 PM

The Rizoma Festival is the evolution of a project I started in 2007 called "Los Encuentros Surrealistas". This year my cousin Sonia Martí came on board and baptized it with it's new name and... well... we really grew and everyone from age 18 to 81 had a blast.

Tags: film music travel


New Videos

November 9, 2010 - 6:45 PM

Because my personal assistant is 'yours truly' it's hard to find the time to update my latest work to the site. Still to post:

++ Terrat Pack. Last year I was on the directing team for this comedy docu-show starring Buenafuente, Corbacho, Berto, and "El Follonero". Shot in Santander, Madrid, Valencia and Pamplona and aired on La Sexta.

++ I was asked to make a short video commemorating the 100 anniversary of the Gran Via, Madrid's main street -- it's 'Broadway'.

++ An animation video for the Museum of Linares summarizing about 75 years of Spanish history into 3 and half minutes.

Tags: g-notes


Amanece, que no es poco

November 9, 2010 - 6:11 PM

In June we screened for the first time, in the Academy of Motion Picture of Spain, my first long-format documentary, "20 Años Amaneciendo, que no es poco." It's about the local cult classic "Amanece, que no es poco" (1989, dir. Jose Luis Cuerda), its unusual extended life thanks to dedicated fans, and the subsequent tourist route created by the government of Castilla La Mancha, where the film was originally shot.

As soon as I get a chance I'll post a 10 minute excerpt on the site. The doc was supervised and stars Jose Luis Cuerda himself as well as Jose Maria Barreda, the President of Castilla La Mancha, and several of the actors from the film, most of whom are household names here.

Tags: film


From Blossoms by Li-Young Lee

November 9, 2010 - 5:30 PM

From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we brought from the boy
at the bend in the road where we turned toward
signs painted Peaches

From laden boughs, from hands,
from sweet fellowship in the bins
comes nectar at the roadside, succulent
peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,
comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.

O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat,
not only the skin, but the shade, not only
the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
the round jubilance of peach.

There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.

Tags: writing