May 2012
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thirty-one (of 365)
He said it was the rain that connected them. He couldn’t give me any more details, but the faraway look on his face told me more than his absent words. A part of me wanted to see what he saw, to touch the lines that connected them so strongly; to understand why he used the word soulmate (a word I had never heard him say before). But I would never ask him for more than he was willing to give...
April 2012
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March 2012
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February 2012
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WatchA 10 second animation exercise I made a few days ago. :) New and improved sound design by Johann Tanhueco.
January 2012
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Capricciosa Dinner
Johann and I had dinner at Capricciosa last night @ Greenbelt and it was delicious! Cheese makes everything yummy.
Shrimp and Spinach Gratin with Rigatoni for me. As you can see, I already took a bite out of the bread and ate some of the pasta, haha. I always forget to take photos first. Yum!
Hamburg Neapolitan for Johann, which is pretty much a giant hamburger drenched in tomato, cheese,...
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Pulp Fiction Exhibit at Artinformal
My pieces for the exhibit:
1. All The Words That Make Me Think of You (2012)
Songer means to think of or to dream of.
2. Passages (2010)
Loved being part of this exhibit. Hope there are more exhibits to come! :)
Drop by ArtInformal to see over 30 works on paper by various artists. Exhibit runs until Feb 4.
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Watch2011 Reel
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WatchA super short (3 second) animation exercise. I realized squares aren’t used often enough in animations; all the love goes to circles and triangles. Figured that wasn’t fair so here’s a 3 second tribute.
November 2011
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October 2011
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Baby onesies designs
Made these a couple of months ago. Don’t know if they’ll ever be printed, but it doesn’t matter. Had fun making them! :)
Here’s two of the five designs I made for the project:
Something abstract and colorful, which is definitely what I’m into. :)
And something fun for both parents and kids. :) All the challenges are baby-themed and have consequences like...
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Reset/Play Exhibit @ Pablo and Faye's Birthday!
Went to Pablo Fort yesterday for Jason Moss’ exhibit called Reset/Play. First exhibit I’ve gone to in a long loooooong time, haha. But first:
An almost mandatory visit to Red Mango for the usual yogurt with graham crackers + mangoes. It just seems wrong to not get this when you’re in the area. It’s like denying yourself yummyness for absolutely no reason whatsoever.
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September 2011
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sometimes i look at you and feel paralyzed; struck down by the thought that whispers of i love you seem so small. how can three little words express the entirety of how i feel about you? i try to come up with something sweet, something romantic, calling upon all the books I’ve read and all the movies I’ve seen, but every time i try to use someone else’s lines, i stop. i...
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twenty-nine (of 365)
Sometimes it’s enough to know you exist. On other days, it’s nowhere near enough.
August 2011
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July 2011
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In a small corner of the world, there existed a place that can only be described as a monument to unfinished promises. From a distance it is indistinguishable from the environment we are all accustomed to, but with each step towards the city there is a perceptible decrease in sound – the fallen leaves that crumbled under your feet no longer crackled, the rustling of the trees reduced to the...
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twenty-eight (of 365)
Guard your heart, she told me, her eyes drifting towards the window. I wondered what she was seeing. Was she remembering something from her past or was she just avoiding my eyes, worried that I would see how much pain was behind them? I wondered who she had loved, how she had been loved, and what led her to be so guarded.
I remembered a quote from a bookmark an old friend gave me: love like...
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twenty-seven (of 365)
When I think of passion, I think of urgency; of time in the form of a fading night and a fast approaching morning. It makes me question the meaning of sound (and, quite frankly, the meaning of everything) - does a whisper released deep into the evening have more weight than words uttered in the day? Does this urgency make us more or less than who we are? If you tell me who you are and who I am to...
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twenty-six (of 365)
I carry a timeline of memories on my hands. There was a time when I could almost imagine being able to pinpoint exactly what each line meant: those are from the first moment I put pen to paper and felt the burning desire to write; those scratches are from the time I tried to climb a wall and failed, my hands bruised, but my heart roaring to try again; those marks are from the time my best friend...
June 2011
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May 2011
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L’esprit de escalier: (French) The feeling you get after leaving a conversation, when you think of all the things you should have said. Translated it means “the spirit of the staircase.”
April 2011
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Experiment. Told myself I couldn’t sleep until I made something. Fantastic way to motivate yourself, I think. Haha. Good-night.
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seventeen (of 365)
I’m late. My footsteps are loud on the tiled floor and for a moment I consider hurrying to meet you, but something within me is saying I shouldn’t. So I take my time and breathe in the distance I am closing in on with each step.
Soon I’m outside the cafe, but I can’t bring myself to enter. I sit on a bench nearby and look at the afternoon light. I am enjoying this - the...
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sixteen (of 365)
When I was cold, I resisted the urge to cover myself with my hands. When I saw something beautiful, I looked at it with indifference instead of smiling. When I heard something funny, I chose to be silent than laugh. Each time I thought to myself this hug I’ll save for you, this smile I’ll save for you, this laugh I’ll save for you too.
I am building up my affection. I am...
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fifteen (of 365)
One day, we will run out of words. I will lose the need to write and begin to stumble over sentences as if they were strangers or shadows of who I once were. You would let them disappear because you’ve told me before you don’t like to bother with them anyway; you prefer an embrace, an exchanged smile, a lingering kiss. You have no need for them and maybe in time neither will I. ...
March 2011
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eight, nine, and ten (of 365)
♦ 3/16/11
I asked you if you felt like sleeping.
“No.” you said, full of determination. “I’m worried that if I sleep, you won’t be here in the morning.”
How can I convince you that I’m not leaving?
♦ 3/17/11
I wonder why I feel your absence. I wonder if you feel mine.
Is it possible to ever feel full? To be without loneliness and to be without...
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four to seven (of 365)
♦ 3/12/11
Every time you enter my life, you cause a ripple of change. What was unconsciously hidden, resurfaces: my burning, almost desperate need to write, to create art, to organize a myriad of thoughts and maximize the time that passes so each minute seems more vivid, each intake of air a little more satisfying. But there exists a conflict in your presence. There is inspiration, but struggle...
Art Saturday
Cza :)
I don’t think I know how NOT to look awkward in a photo.
Rest of the photos on facebook.
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one, two, and three (of 365)
♦ 3/9/11
His words reverberated within me: I’ve always been drawn to you. I imagined a crescendo of waves rising, collapsing, the stillness that follows, the gradual deepening of an evening as it closes on a day, and that night when I met you and fell in love with art.
♦ 3/10/11
I worry about forgetting. I worry about forgetting your smile, your eyes, your warmth. So each day I look at...
February 2011
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Even The Bad Days Are Good
Went to an exhibit at Slab tonight entitled Even the Bad Days Are Good. Artist is Mariano Ching.
I thought his work was phenomenal! Once I saw it I began to wonder about what exactly constitutes as normal. We’re conditioned to think that human beings have two eyes, a nose, a pair of lips, but what if we were taught to classify “normal” as something else? What if we were to...