Makayla Armijo
work in progress, sneak peek of my new series
inspiration: bound by fear, love
salaam alaikum, salahadeen.
Generally, I’ve been a sad duck as of late. my mood has been thoroughly wrecked due to the overflow of bad ju ju. i’m terribly and uncontrollably frustrated by my current living situation and it is effecting every aspect of my life. i’ve only just started to shake myself from this super-funk - like 3 days and counting. i hate to promote (or accept) the concept that, as a social creature by nature, i would be cheered by beings other than myself.
¡pero si eso lo sabe todo el mundo!
this is so… just as i am influenced and inspired to the point of brimming brilliance by folks - i’ve got them male-induced-smiles. (now, keep in mind, its my usual state. i tend to crush a lot, playa style and all…) but i met someone that i will always appreciate for the short time spent together chatting over t.v. land type prehistoric shows complete with all sorts of snuggles at the hotel blue. this homie caught my eye at burts tiki lounge just a few days after 2012 turned to 2013. i liked his striped beanie and bouji attitude, but it was the merlot in hand on a dollar beer night that got my attention. i did my usual, brushed my shoulders off and collar-popped my charms as i passed by a few times. asked what kinda red dye he was sipping and got him to come sit wit me and the crew a minute. we exchanged introductions which is when i realized who this honey was…
long story short, it wasn’t the kind of night i expected. hogans heros glowing blue on the tube, his larger than life voice speaking making messages on repeat and uh like “you can’t hear to well, can you?” and me “what? just playing… no i can’t” and him “have you ever heard of me, i mean, of what i do before this, before we met?” and me
”… yeah.”
tons of affection and i’m sorry but i have a soft spot for black men who want to be held. the morning was me watching him scramble to get his clothes into his suit case, and his smile beaming down on me with a head pat or two. there was no sex. no kissing. homie didn’t even grind. just hand holding and hugs. and “you got a skype?” and “here’s my number, its a five oh five because i bought the phone last time i was here.” a few scribbles on the back of a receipt and him “I said six, you get that?” me “yeah, yeah, i got it.” he gave me an embrace and pointed to his cheek for a kiss. and i could help but laugh when we walked out together and his partner called out to him
“what up playa.”
Makayla Armijo Featured In Inhabitants of Burque
I was lucky enough to have met some very beautiful and interesting folks in the past week who truly left a mark on me for the better. one of these instances guided me into the unexpected handshake of our local people-appreciator in the 505, thus granting me some lovely words and recognition via facebook. Thanks a million, here’s what was stated:
“ Makayla was a bit vague about describing her artwork when I first asked her. She just handed me a card and said she would send me a message to describe it. I am a bit impatient and want to post pictures of people as soon as possible, so I went to the website. When I saw her artwork, I thought it was brilliant, creative, and superbly unique. Makayla is gifted and expresses art in a style all of her own. I consider her a blessing to Burque and her work is a gift to this city. You really impressed me Makayla. ”
If you’re interested in finding out about great local folks in the ABQ area, hit the Inhabitants of Burque facebook page and like it.
i was drunk our last night in Santiago. we had been playing a drinking game with two 10 cent euros, a bottle of wine and two bottles of licor cafe. by the time we hit the second bar, a spanish pub, i was gone. i managed to say some embarrassing things to an englishman, try my hand at flirting with a very serious scot and his handsome Italian roomie and hold myself up at the top of a brimstone stairway, rejecting relationship advice from my nephews boyfriend by shouting “you don’t know! you don’t have a vagina!”
the good that came from that night at that particular pub was not another European hook up, but stumbling upon some really neat post cards that had a blogspot address on the back. check it out kids, the Mascaras are my favorite.
¡Hola España!
Finally doing a lot for me, thinking of myself and starting to fall back in love with my life again. Goodbye for now North America. See you later with refreshed eyes. Hello adventure, art, love and experience; Hello Spain.
remember this little ditty? she’s been buried in my sketchbook and i’m slowing regaining my acquaintanceship with ‘er. there’s actually a quite exciting series of drawings in the same style and motif pushed back in the tomb of sketches past. i’m coming, i’m coming… just distracted with severe depression, lifetime strain putting stress on the only things worth living for - but i have a sketch that will really knock your socks/shoes/toes rings off. more to come before i leave the country (hopefully!)
via con dios
MA
life and creation in slow motion. i spend my time losing sleep over travel plans, life stresses: work… play… taking care of day to day business. free seconds are spent staring blankly into sound, making mixtapes and thinking. when my mind is broken from the worries and to-dos, i can sit and bob my head to eternally fresh beats and visualize cellular structures… i can try my hand at tiny black strokes on this piece as it crawls towards the finish-line… i can spend my time wisely with the man i love. the key to all things is balance. that key, like most things, often gets lost in the couch cushions or are in my other pants. but today, today feels like that gentle breeze to enjoy before the violent winds knock down my mental foundation tomorrow.
so, you know, take it easy kid.
MA
above photo credit: Tess Coats
