in between the pixels

i've got an eclectic taste in reading materials. many the times i've gone to work with bleary eyes because i spent the whole night reading some books. a lot of the concept and ideas for my art comes from the things i read. and as someone who respect the written word, i often ask myself what i have do to be able to write as well as the people whose works i admire. what pain or sacrifice, what kind of life do i have to live to help me choose words and combine them to form sentences and paragraphs that will not make the reader roll their eyes in disgust.

as a fine arts student ( waaaay back when ), i have my share of free time spent reading the graffiti in the college walls. drawings and prose, with anger, angst, and love as the usual topic, could be found on those walls. evidence that the font of creativity - as my lit teacher once said - are often based on the pursuit of/musings about love, life, sex and death.

and if you're wondering what brought about this rumination, it is because, in my search for reading material in the internet, i came along this site countingyellowcars.com. mind you, the content is far better than the graffiti in our college walls. it just also happen that the webmaster is also a ( recent ) graduate of UPCFA. i asked and got her permission to link her site ( see side bar ).


tree, madrigal park saw this scene as i walk tired and hungry from boxing gym.