oh no!

in a rare moment of honest introspection, i realized that i am egocentric. perhaps, it's my way of making up for the fact that no matter how i try to do my best in the creative field, there will still be others that are far better than i am. but no matter how i look at it, i still can't stop myself doing "artworks". i guess i don't know how...
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on a lighter note...

i was able to catch the opening night of my friends' exhibit at the west gallery at west avenue ( it's the first time i've been there since its renovation ). the exhibit takes the book of ecclesiates as viewed by the participating artists.


cynthia alexander at the west gallery - years after i first heard her song "comfort in your strangeness" i still haven't gotten tired listening to it.


aba dalena - doing a live version of "song in the night". hey did i get the title right?

don't ask...

drawing used to be something that i used to occupy myself while sitting in my aunt's store. now, it's something that is so intertwined with what i am that i can't even bear to think what i would be without it. a friend once told me that i must be tired of all the compliments i receive with regards to my art. i laughed and told her that i paint not because of or regardless of the compliments i receive. it's a bit of a cliche perhaps, but i'm my own exacting critic and once i exhibit my work i don't think of it as the best art out there. it just happens to be the best that i could do at the moment.


am no expert, and if someone ask my opinion about paintings, all i could say 'is i like this' or 'i dont like that' without the ability to provide further explanations. with the absence of the artist to explain his/her work, the only way i could look at a painting will be based on my limited viewpoint.

stupor

been getting frustrated looking at the blogsites i usually visit because most of them have not been updated for sometime, only to realize that i'm also guilty of that. not that there is nothing happening to me, but a lot of it are personal stuff that i don't know how to share in a blog.


morning shadows, alabang

even my desire to take pictures have suffered lately.

caffeine withdrawal

i was not able to get my morning caffeine fix in the form of coffee or tea. now am fighting off sleep and the start of a migraine.


office, afternoon

stayed out late last night. decided to go to an internet cafe to access my yahoo mail account. not that i need to send an email (could do that in the office). but i have this desire to read some old correspondence. rats...i'd better stop.

'comfort tunes'

ever heard about comfort foods? well in my case, its 'comfort tunes'. a set of songs i've gleaned from my files of mp3's that goes way back from imagineasia. wish i have the time to rip some of my favorite cds at home. miss listening to the 'the', particularly their 'soul mining' album. incidentally i spent christmas day listening to their song 'an uncertain smile'.

right now am thinking of making a series of artworks that i will collectively call 'soul cages'. i know, i know...i got that from sting's album. but it's more subtle than '...all the things i can't leave behind' ( U2 )...peace.


insular life auditorium

whew, what a year

ha! first blog of the year. don't know what 2006 will bring, but i decided to look forward to it with a hopeful attitude. anyway thats a character i share with dreamers...and fools. am not sure what category i fall under, so don't ask me. you would be better off asking my friends. make that my GOOD friends. he,he.

i would not go and write a recap on all the things that happened to me last year. ( a quiet pause here for contemplation ). just want to express an overwhelming gratitude to God, family and friends. i survived 2005! relatively intact in both body and soul.


backyard wall, quezon city.