The online portfolio of Pacifico "PJ" Ortiz Luis, a storyteller utilizing different mediums of art including film photography, dance, and performance poetry.
here's a photo i took today on way to class...a gigantic spider. my iphone doesn't have good macro capabilities...but this was a beautiful spider. about a 1.5" diameter body [not including the legs and head] with a very interesting design on its thorax. it makes me wanna dedicate an entire month just exploring local bushes and trees. because there are so many beautiful bugs that i am unaware of their existence in san diego. the thunder clouds and overall darkness of the photo add to the mood:
before i stopped writing, i had plans to put together a small mixtape of spoken word pieces entitled "Pacific Galaxy"...the pacific galaxy, if the ocean were in outerspace...which is where my mind tends to float...
one of the pieces i never released or performed...:
i'd link to my old art journal...but the site server is experiencing some problems. hopefully it gets fixed...because that place catalogues my eventual complete transcendence into a life of art. ...from when i was just goofing around with it...all the way up to now. everybody should keep some sort of journal, whether prvate or public...it allows you to see how much you've grown, where you can improve, and most importantly....to learn from your mistakes. as soon as i can get back into my old blog, i will post the link. sadly, the main reason i stopped posting there...is because it didn't have an iphone app...but then again...WHO USES XANGA ANYMORE ANYWAY? [its like what our grandparents used before myspace became unhip]
its a very rudimentary animation....i don't really have the time or resources to make something of good quality. but this is what happens....a guy is floating in outerspace via a balloon....but somebody shoots an arrow at that balloon, and it keeps going and pierces the sun. the sun dies, and starts emitting darkness...
part 2:
gravity takes over...the guy falls from outerspace back to reality. and it sucks. gravity sucks.
i find it very appropriate this event is entitled "Back 2 Mic" because it will be my return to the open mic scene. i stopped writing when my poems started changing the way i think, distorting how i perceive reality causing my metaphors to manifest in ways i can't really explain. so here i am, an attention junkie...a few years clean, about to break the streak to once again feel that high i get from being on stage screaming things at people who don't know me...and getting them to listen. here is the flyer:
