Tzaddi Esguerra 2013
Three key pieces from my first mini art series, Summers Ago. The collection took shape from a sudden nostalgia for deadbeat summers in front of the TV as a child when I used to fantasize about being a Discovery wildlife photographer.
We used to keep this encyclopedia set (another thing I rather miss as well) in a rickety cabinet that I was off limits to because I was deathly allergic. I remember always flipping to the same pages that had illustrations of the entire dog breed and drawings of odd looking critters like the duck-billed platypus that I marked every time I had an excuse to hit the books. I may have had a little influence on my illustration style for this series from there.
Also incorporated into the pieces are my personal collection of pressed flowers and quite possibly, shyly mature and porridgy sentiments from the more recent summers.
Available on Etsy.
To mark the day (technically, I’m on an infinite days off but today’s labor day which makes today a day off within a day off so it must be special).
In case I suddenly won’t feel like posting photos tomorrow or ever. It doesn’t look much like Dodiongan Falls but that’s how it looks from directly below.
I was going through my e-mails to look for a calling card. I’m updating my resume for this job fair I have to attend tomorrow. Then I find this when I accidentally clicked on the Heima blog link:
Posted by: Rossy Yabut Rojales (yaaay!)
Apr 2, 2013
That was a year ago already and I still haven’t talked about it here. I wanted to share the experience in adequate detail because I think it needs it. It’s close to exactly a year ago when I had been scandalously bold in flying to manila looking for Cubao X and LRI to hand in my resume. It was quite embarrassing getting an interview on your employer’s birthday
But yay, they took me in (I think I had points for mileage). They couldn’t possibly send me away specially not on the eve of my birthday. haha.
Man. Good times. You guys go give it a go, you!
In other news, our gram is now hitched to the ventilator. She can now handle the pressure and we hope should be getting better. They now only allow one person at a time in the unit to watch her. I really do hope things get easier for her. Even if that means it goes either way.
Tzaddi Esguerra 2012
Flowers from some of the cities I’ve been this summer. I hadn’t taken my camera with me in most trips so I pressed little keepsakes between pages of books I’ve been reading.
i. Cebu, Cebu - because they remind me much of childhood in Cebu
ii. Dapitan, Zamboanga - picked somewhere along the baywalk from the restaurant to the resort.
iii. San Pablo, Laguna from the 3.7 km stroll around Sampaloc lake plus trekking
iv. Makati, Manila - after talking the entire night with a complete stranger at Heima’s staff house and walking for coffee in the morning
v. Dipolog, Zamboanga - lunch at the port while waiting for the ferry
vi. Quezon, Manila - a little something I picked up from the streets I used to walk everyday to class.
vii. Intramuros, Manila - there were lovers everywhere while I waited for friends to arrive so I pressed the nearest flower inside my book, trying to look poetic and all.
viii. Dumaguete, Negros - while asking for directions from a vendor
xii. Tagaytay, Cavite - outside Bag of Beans, after the loveliest coffee I’ve ever had. Not for the roast but the view that came with it.
I spent the entire day sprawled on the bed, too weak to even read a book or keep my eyes on the screen from some medicine I took. Throwing myself into the pool in as many ways I could think of yesterday might have made me a little wrong in the brain. The many days before that had taken its toll as well.
My friends came over the later half of the afternoon and we spent the rest of today at my secret, but not really, secret spot traipsing along the ledges. It’s just three floors up but far enough from the rest of the world for a trio of loons to enjoy a little pure unadulterated exchange of drunken thoughts. I realized I hadn’t been laughing quite enough the past month after just a night reunited.
In One or Two Weeks Time
Patience, young padawan.
And the lovers they run from dawn til dusk
For love is plenty as nectarines
Purple haze, summer musk
of sweat and honey and tattered jeans
Well, Ain’t It Sunny
April 3, 2012
Picked some summer blooms on my way home from picking up my ukulele over at fourhappypeas’. Thinking of tucking as many flowers inside my sketchbooks this summer. Ok, that sounded gay.
Neon Indian - Deadbeat Summer
Before any more of you guys get any ideas about how “cool” I am for having a surfboard.
Well. Sorry to disappoint but I am not. I think I’m not even sorry. haha. This is not mine. A friend just lent me this. And yesterday he had me had me draw things on it to get back together with my other friend. It just so happens that I’ve yet to prepare this for them for tomorrow because I have to leave town so it’s lying on my bed while I pack. I don’t surf.
But I’m going to have a blast this summerrrrr! Mohohohoho
Weeehooo! Packing fun! Not much of a fan of packing but this trip got me really excited.
I don’t use this bottle at all - it makes me smell like a walking taxi but it looks so bright and summery and I needed something to hold to show you my nails. hahaha
Geeze, this is a happy birthday month! :D