Hold your head up, you’re a beacon
You pull me northward in my car
You don’t have to hit the big time, baby
We know who you are
Homegirls and patio love.
August 24, 2014
Most kids learn to climb up gates past midnight by age 17. At our place, ice cream opens all gates.
French fries too, sometimes.
Basically anything that smells of fast food, coffee, chocolate… nice things, so that important life skill was never something I managed to pick up growing up. Bribery though.
Saturday mornings I miss.
August 23, 2014
You were born with a heart that can never be filled
And a head like snow that can never be still
The bag of pre-polished fruits and this book I’ve been reading made their way into my luggage making me très emotional right now. This might just be the most maternal gesture from my landlady/flatmate/fashion police to date. Darn. I am so loved.
Some 200 or so pages of time traveling left while I wait for home. And snacks, alright!
@gracedeluna said: Tzaddi sobrang galing mo talaga magdraaaaaaaw! I miss seeing your works on my dashboard :)
Graceyyyy! hehe, kinopya ko lang yan sa magazine nila. haha. Me too, I rarely get to post stuff here or anywhere at all XD How have you been? Pano nang SVA dreams natin?
The type who orders black coffee in shops called Chocolates Make You Kiss and draws over pages other people have marked theirs.
Bitter. Really upset I can’t go home on Wednesday.
Photos from my first exposure exhibit which opened last two weeks ago and ends tomorrow. A very singular opportunity, so I saved this one non-blurry photo of me between my two pieces. I suddenly get very fidgety placed in front of a camera. I hoped to get a better one for keeps but never got the chance to, so the dorky outtake stays.
Existence: A Southern Exposures Series
Qube Gallery, Cebu City
August 4, 2014
In Case I Get Tired of My Day Job
I clocked out later than the rest of the folks at work tonight, and something happened on my way to where I’m supposed to catch a ride.
I walk past around 15 armored cars on their way to their respective banks and important establishments, walking to the office every morning. Two, sometimes three of those cars always honk every time I walk past ever since I started work last year.
I thought I was just imagining that the beepbeeps were directed at me but tonight confirmed that they actually were. Or most of those beeps, at least. I walked past the whole lot of them on their way back to their garage and they honked. I playfully stopped at my tracks and pretended to almost glance.
Dear me, I think I might now actually have a shot at my teenage fantasy of becoming a con artist! hahahaha
Parcel #3, 08-15-14
(6) packs MAGIC BEANS
(3) packs mom’s “sorry, they’re not very fresh” oat cookies
(1) coffee thingimajig from the sister
(1) her copy of Dance with Dragons! (Finally, I can sleep at night!)
My heartstrings are all a mess right now. Nobody gets me like they do.
Although it is very suspicious that this package comes a week before I’m due to visit home… I wonder if this was meant to be an exchange of some sort. haha.
Q:Have you tried spotify? I guess you'll love it. :))
Yes. Good guess. I love it :D
Apartments (Top) and Biome (Bottom). Tzaddi Esguerra 2014. Oil on Canvas. 3’x 4’
These are my 6th and 7th paintings since first starting relatively large artwork on canvas in 2010.
The exhibit note at the gallery reads that I “wittily use parts of the human anatomy to talk about two different but related things: urbanism and ecosystems”. Our group series was titled Existence, so I guess that interpretation checks out pretty well too.
Contrary as it is to my overall semblance and the popular belief that I must be neuter or what, all I ever really talk about is love, actually. At least in paintings and prose - I romanticize everything. haha. We were told to paint about “body and soul” a couple of months ago and the first thing that came to mind was a favorite Psychedlic Furs song.
I played around with the idea in that one line of that song that there are ghosts in people that don’t fade. The sort that haunts; only instead of walking through walls, they live inside you. Quite comfortably, like they own the place.
So these little dwellers that lurk in the corners of your mind, you’re all pretty aware of them but I just wanted you to see them in high definition. Close up. Look. They’re making landscapes and homes out of you.
End of charaught.
I just want to give out one big thank you to the people who took the time to come all the way to see my work displayed at the gallery. Your support means a lot.
It’s an awful thing to say, really, but I wish I could have done more with my work. Painting is an awfully painful learning process but thank you loads for the support. The facebook tags are really kilig :))