Monday, August 31, 2009

In the Face of Arrested Development

This is an "Aura" Photograph, also referred to as Kirlian Photography. Discovered by Semyon Kirlian who accidentaly discovered that if an object on a photographic plate is subjected to a strong electric field, an image is created on the plate. More here.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

OnTheRadio

Is it the streets? or perhaps its electricity, sophisticated machines and their secret activities.. My proximity to all these things is as close as my own skin. I cry sometimes when I'm not free, until I realize I'm under the sea and all it takes is a trip up the surface for that breath of air. and I'm free to swim again.

Thank you.



Monday, August 24, 2009

Pain and Creativity = Bondage ¿




Photography by Nobuyoshi Araki

Tummy rumbles don't always mean trips to the toilet. Sometimes it means something inside wants to go out, to be born into the world. Does it have to be a baby? No, it could be a fart - for all we know. And thats just fine. Its just release. Liberation. Freedom. The sweet taste of it.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Constraint is a State of Mind



Since I've been developing and researching for The Splots Project, I've been hanging/working mostly at Fully-Booked at the Fort, the biggest Mecca of books in Manila. Summoned my rogue stealth skills to capture some footage and take some notes from books, which the store guy referred to as, "not allowed". But how can I not? These are times of constraint and I am left to maximize whats available, which isn't much - but even that can change. ;-)

Monday, August 17, 2009

indecision nation


"is it bad to be indecisive?", he asks with a guilty look on his face.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Managing Obsessions


for most people (if not all) general themes play in their lives based on their obsessions. its like the fragrance of your moments. for a certain period you might be largely goth and less zen, and perhaps intergalactic tree-hugger for the most part of summer and then brooding poet during the rainy seasons. it doesn't matter generally but it does color your life and not everyone remembers how a single thought, the paying attention to it that extends from a second to an hour, to a day, and then suddenly it shows in the way you dress, the way you talk, walk, kiss, shake hands.. its a big thing to entertain thoughts and yet we hardly remember that we choose it. and many times before we know it, its taken over us.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Manila Design Week 09


its Manila Design Week and i was looking forward to seeing what Manila/Philippine design has evolved into. and why should i bother? because design is inescapable. and quite frankly, it rocks.

so given the setup: the culturally diverse halo-halo(mix) archipelago called the Philippines, you'd think that with the plethora of culture/language, the range of ethnicity, the complexity of third-world island living - you'd really think theres more than enough material to work with and perhaps even just a smidgen of that would reflect in today's top of the top Manila/Philippine Design. but no, instead i find something i can easily google or StumbleUpon or buy straight out from a foreign mag stand.

Friday, August 7, 2009

the pathway to recovery

mm.. i look from the side and smile satisfied that the angle didn't just provide an interesting picture but also a nice neck stretch. i'm looking at a picture from the internet, and writing some between reading myself some tarot -between yawns and the impending toothbrush ritual. the treetops are shaking and rustling against each other from the outside, as if in bed, easing for that sweet spot on its leafy pillow. i thank the bus and its driver taking me from strange Paranaque and back to good old Pasig, zigzagging around cars and around road lines, flipping my hair and making it fly like it never has since i got sick and stayed in bed. the wild press of the wooden backseat against the ribbon on my back, making itself known on every traffic light and/or passage of an intercepting vehicle - mmm that awkward pressure, misplaced and refreshing. the wanton display of Edsa "night life" both in sky and in land, parading and batting its eye, flashing its skin. i look halfway and see everything.

and now *yawn* its time to rest and curl into the mother's womb nestling gently into the nice cozy darkness.