Forgot to put on here that I finally managed to buy myself a good desktop easel for watercolor painting and a little male mannequin which I am yet to baptize. I haven’t actually tried them out for size because I’ve been pretty preoccupied as of late but so far they’re still quite proving to be happy purchases - like all my other art accessories just sitting around.
Having lots of tools I almost never use just fill me with unexplainable joy.
Think I’ll call the little guy Buster. He does look quite a bit like that crash test dummy from Mythbusters from certain angles, I don’t know, whaddayathink?.
Snowpiercer (2013) | Joon-ho Bong
Another illustration based on a movie. Our EIC told me to illustrate any character from the movie so I chose Tilda Swinton because I love her.
The illustration’s styled to look like something from a french comic book, because the movie’s actually based on one - Le Transperceneige. I read the comic books too - or pretended. They were in french, obviously. Well,one can only try haha.
Her (2013) | Spike Jonze
I did a couple of illustrations based on the movie “Her” starring Joaquin Phoenix, Amy Adams, Olivia Wilde and Scarlett Johansson for Stache Magazine.
It was quite an interesting watch because although it’s a sci-fi romantic drama according to Wikipedia, the movie production made it look not that far off into the future - actually highly imaginable: a man falling in love with an AI operating system - with Scarlett Johansson’s sultry voice of course.
Joaquin Phoenix’ made quite the transformation in the movie, into an adorably introverted “Theodore” who works in some modern profession of writing highly poetic and intimate letters for other people. (I think if I actually live long enough to a time like that, that profession would be right up my alley. haha.) His name on the credits was like a kick in the face, how had I missed that detail?
One other thing to watch this movie for is the mod styling of furniture and clothes and the sweet UI design, if you’re into art and design. Anyway, this turned out way longer than intended. You could read our full review of the movie here.
Louis Vuitton and my name on the same page in a magazine. Who’da thunk? A savage bushbaby like me. haha. It’s so cool how the artist, Juvenal Sanso, from the exhibit at that gallery I just visited sold prints to the same fashion house that the new Louis Vuitton art director comes from, Balenciaga. See, I learn stuff. haha.
Finally got the chance to leaf through the pretty craft issue of Stache Magazine, February <3 Read it here.
Box of Little Secrets: X
Dropped by this pretty neat hangout called Chillage for live model sketch night and @photographicimprints’ pop-up show with spotofcontagion. Thanks for inviting us, te Nawe!
Juvenal Sanso | Rare and Essential
I asked our intern after work last night if she’s heard of anything lined up for arts month. I gathered it isn’t quite a thing here but she referred me to a gallery she knew. I’ve been itching to explore more of the Cebu art scene since after Binisaya Filmfest about a couple of months ago.
I looked the gallery up last night and was thrilled at finding an exhibit up until February 8 - today!
Qube gallery is at The Henry Hotel - a rather artsy, cooky little hotel I’ll save for another post - in Banilad, Cebu. By the time my friend and I got to the gallery, we were about an hour over its Saturday exhibit hours but the kind lady waved us in and turned on all the lights just for us!
I haven’t actually heard of Mr. Sanso prior to last night but just as I suspected, I should have. He’s only won an award Henri Matisse and Salvador Dali have as well as something akin to a knighthood by a Spanish king.
His personal collection was beautiful.
They were in acrylics and tempera - summer beach scenes (I really liked getting lost inside the tiny boats with tiny white sails), green landscapes and still lifes of flowers in bold neons.
It’s something I got to really appreciate when I learned he studied under Fernando Amorsolo in UP (which should explain his excellent technique in light and bright colors) and knowing that as a boy of 14, he had been tortured by the Japanese during the war. Had I been on my own, I’d have whipped out my tube of colored pencils and tried sketching out a painting just like I had daydreamed this morning.
Also in the collection was a set of rare textiles that Sanso lived off of in the 60’s (pictured above) in Europe by selling his designs to design houses like Balenciaga.
I had a nice chat with the nice Miss Bea about everything else about Mr. Sanso and I wished I knew about the exhibit when it opened so I could have met him in person. This one article on the newspaper said he joked about his name sounding like “juvenile” and that he was “makulit”.
After making a preliminary round of all the paintings, I realized that this was the gallery for the #SugBohol art auction.
After the earthquake last October, I mailed four of my favorite small pieces to Cebu. Miss Bea tells me that all the contributed artwork sold out and raised a heart warming Php 200,000 that single night. Just the cherry on top of such a nice gallery visit.
There was this one small bit that stuck as I scanned through this book about Sanso on the gallery counter. When he was getting into painting, he studied with a private tutor, Alejandro Celis who eventually told him that he can’t just go on studying alone. That he had to go to UP or elsewhere. Hm. I don’t know, what do you make of that?
Whenever I’m stuck inside the cab for a 1-2 hour trip home from work I always fantasize about pulling out my notebook and drawing, that way I could make time for some art.
Last night I chanced upon getting a front seat. HMMMM.
It’s all just squiggles but I find it amusing how the hatches are unique from drawing perfectly stationary. I mean, even if you style your strokes, they don’t quite have the same rhythm from drawing in a moving cab home.
I wish I had a handful more megapixels on me to show you close up.
How I almost beg to do just anything art. A friend was asking me a few days ago if I could come over after work to help out with some perspectives for her thesi—I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!
I miss painting bad.
Current mental state, 2014.
Two free-swingin’ folks – obviously a couple from their matching wide toothless laughter, dashing for it in the hazy orange morning light. Looking to me as if waiting for me to acknowledge the hilarity of their situation, they ran on past.
Got me smiling all the way to work.
Right around the corner where I turn for work, a couple of scrap collectors were caught right in the middle of an 8AM traffic jam of cranky not-to-mention late motorists with a rickety wagon of junk. Their grins were so bright with childish mischief and playfulness, they made me think of menacing peasant children chased down by a butcher or a confectioner and in the grey-orange flurry of dust, sun and morning chill, the sight of them was so cinematic, for a second there, I had this alien feeling that I was in somebody else’s life, not in mine. haha.
I never have time for drawing anymore so I made do with 5-minute squiggles with a purple Sharpie at work so I could at least have a small memento of the two free-swinigin’, toothless folks before sitting down for work.
P.S. They actually had enough teeth but their toothlessness stood out more so let’s leave it at that.
P.P.S. Ah, this is all I want to do, talk about silly people I see on the streets and draw and paint.
I keep these pages of unfinished business inside my work folder with accumulated client briefs, printed studies…that sort of mambo jambo. I like how they look so out of sorts and how every time I have to review some files, I have the itch to draw something.
I wonder if I should ink it and turn this into a comic of some sort while this project steeps. (or disappears into oblivion, more like it)
I had a free cut on my second week on the job so I thought of taking myself to the mall. It was the only place I knew how to get to and fro - safely at the least.
Around half an hour of popping my head inside boutiques to justify my trip, I decided I was tired enough to settle at the nearest coffee shop. To my disappointment, I realized as I was dabbing off the last bits of chicken turnover at the sides of my mouth, that when left to my own devices, I am but a lost sheep in shopping malls. Dear me. And a fat, lazy one at that. Without mom to send me to buy stuff or have my sister commanding me from store to store to try this and try that, all I know to do is geek.