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PAUSE:MODERN

YOUNG ARTISTS GRAPPLE WITH THE TIMES

Paseo Gallery – Megamall

4^th Level Building A

SM Megamall, EDSA Mandaluyong City

Philippines

 

 

REWIND

April 14- April 27

 

FORWARD

April 28- May 11

 

PLAY

May 12- May 25

 

 

Paseo Gallery-Megamall presents fifteen freshie students from the University of the Philippines College of Fine Arts in their exhibition entitled, “Pause: Modern, Young Artists Grapple with the Times.” The exhibit is divided into three exhibitions, first part is entitled Rewind, the second part is Forward and the last part is Play. Their canvases show a valiant share of their own contextualising, interpreting and understanding post-modernism. Their critique in the perception of pomo trancend subjects, gender, and traditions are extracted in hues  determining to explore the context that created endless debates, euphoria, jargon, hype, hysteria, absurdity, creativity ,revolution to a certain extent and new beginnings.

 

“Pause: Modern-Rewind”,the first group posits the question of what constitutes art; they will explore post-modernism by examining the root and conventions in art. Their canvases will not give subjects to be looked at like objects and arrived at the expected meanings, but deep surfaces with questions to pause for. “Pause: modern, Rewind” opens on April 14 , participating artists includes Dodge Carpio, Isaac Sion, Tanya Umali, Joe Tanierla and PJ Jalandoni. “Rewind”, an investigation of the movement and critique of the context is on view until April 27.

 

 The second group- “Pause: modern, Forward”, comprises another set of young artists: Ana Mata, Joseph Morong, Maridan Pedro, Ralph Barrientos & Jocel Yabes, it presents works that subverts traditional gender representations in the media and pop culture.The exhibit opens on April 28 and runs until May 11.

 

Opening on May 12 and running until May 25 is the third installment subtitled “Pause: modern, Play” which experiments with the processes of art. Participating artists are: Irene Baltazar, Dawani De Leon, Jazz Gabriel, Cara Gonzalez & Paulo Pascual.

 

All exhibitions will be mounted and on view at Paseo Gallery – Megamall. For enquiries please contact Paseo Gallery Offices:  4^th Level , Building A, SM Megamall EDSA, Mandaluyong City , Philippines; 3^rd Floor, Ayala Center Makati City,Philippines, Contact Numbers: Mobile +63917-526-8082 / +63922-887-2736 ; Landline 728-0168 & 7065514; Email : paseogallery@yahoo.com

 

 

 

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Bittersweet

There is, it seems, always something that you leave behind a city that you're visiting, always something you didn't do or people who should've seen but didn't have enough time to pay a visit to. 

Or you leave your a little of your former self behind, like snake skin, you peel off from you and you know you're different. 

That is why, leaving is such a bitter sweet feeling. 

I'm wrapping up work in Los Angeles and will be going to San Diego tomorrow. Done with the accounting of the budget. Done with uploading videos. Will pack up things, new books, in my suitcase, the memories in the boxes in my head. 

Met a high school classmate and it seems nothing much has changed. She's still the funny one. Makulit pa rin daw ako, she told me, too. Drank (only me hehe) at a Chinese restaurant, the best we could come up with since she came from work and everything closes at 2 am in LA (I miss Manila in this regard). She owes me a videoke song. Hopefully, we'll be able to do it before I finally go back to Manila.

San Diego awaits. It hasn't been a year since I was there and there were so many things I wished I could've done there last year. Now the secret is out among my cousins, they kid me they'd bring me to you know what. I don't know. I discovered that I was uptight. "Loosen up," "Tiffany Jones", a Filipino who I've me through Ronnie from the hotel told me. "I'm all bark, no bite," I sheepishly told him. In my mind, too, I couldn't agree more. 

T.P. thought I was melancholic and serious. It didn't sound like me. Or I didn't think it sounded like me. I thought I was outgoing and all that. I was probably that. Maybe that's why I need beer. Hehe. To loosen me up. Beer brings out the kid in me. Adult life is so much pressure. Hehehe. 

I'm leaving LA behind, for the meantime. Hopefully I can return. I will. 

Vanishing

You will be forever etched in my memory however long ago been buried. Covered with layers of succeeding memories not related to you. But I would, sometimes, like a butterfly flutter my way to your tombstone where flowers lay. But you will not be unearthed. I will, am, as all other things in the world do, move forward even without me willing to. That's just how life is. The world turns and goes about its ways, regardless of the upheavals that lay before its path.

Vanishing.

Acrylic on canvass

2009

The Oldest High School Graduates in the Country

They could very well be the oldest high school graduates in the country. In the middle is Nanay Matilde and on the right is Tatay Nick. Nanay Matilde is 73 and she just finished high school at La Salle Adult Night High School. Tatay Nick is 80 something and he graduated from the same program several years ago at age 72. So currently Nanay is the record holder. Nanay wasn't able to go to high school when she was younger because of the war (ditto with Tatay Nick). It was only now that they could get their education again because their children are all grown up. 

Nanay will not stop from graduating in high school, she wants to go to college and enroll in a voice course! Naks. In fact, she got the Alfonso Yuchengco award which would defray the cost of her first year in college. 

When it comes to dreaming and going after your goals, both Nanay Matilde and Tatay Nick can teach us a thing or two. 

Mukha lang 50th wedding anniversary pic ito eehehehe :) 

Perhaps

If you make me smile and my heart flutter, why is it that I couldn't even ask your name?

It's like peeking through a slightly open door, revealing little but wanting more.

Am I too scared? Or tired?

Many times I thought I have mustered enough courage to finally ask but once I am at the door I am, again, reduced to a fumbling fool.

"Is your name really spelled with a 'y''? I ask, a silly attempt at small talk.

"Yes," you say. Then you break into a wide open smile -- those supple lips, i wonder how it feels on mine.

I could drown in your eyes you know, whose tiny sparkles remind me of the sea glistening under the moonlight.

Something draws me to you. Something I don't know. Something irrational. Something exciting.

I wonder if you wear too much of a perfume so I could smell you.

But there would be no need for that, I tell you, because I could imagine you next to me and all I want to feel is the warmth of your body.

If only, if only I wasn't too scared to ask for your name.

I thought i was so much braver.

Maybe one day, I will.

Or maybe I won't.

Questions For (and By) An Idle Mind

What of art?

And why create?

I'm contemplating on these questions now that I'm almost through with my first year (albeit with materials class left behind because of conflict in schedulte). In between rushing to school from work and tons of plates, I sometimes wonder, if, indeed I have made the right choice.

I knew I wanted it. With eyes closed, I plunged in and gave it a shot. But wanting it and doing the hard work are two different things. Now I have to be real.

And these are the answers:

I've never felt balanced in my whole life for the longest time. And now I do. I may lack sleep but I know I am at peace. A tempest has been subdued, its powers now course through my veins, then to my fingers, and finally to my paints and my canvass. It's no longer in my head. Now it can be seen. Now the enemy (in other times, the muse) is seen and once overt, it is easier to conquer.

There you are, tiny devils in my head (or little fluttering angels sometimes), that's how you look like.

And now I can forget about you.

Why create, then?

Looking at my old works, I now feel far removed from them, sometimes despising the inspiration (or the instigator?) for such a work. A portrait of a boy I once knew is stacked behind old works, his hair almost covering his whole face, a single eye stares back (or is it startled?). I remember painting it with a certain delicateness (?) akin to holding a bud about to bloom. But now, the memory is vague as is the feeling.

Still another painting, of two men facing each other, in between them a stem of flowers, both wilting and blooming. A tale of love. But even this is forgotten.

I, at least, I, create so I can destroy.

We create the detours, previously in our minds, now in color and tangible, stamps of places we have been. Someday soon we will look back -- and remember, not the past but how far we are from it.

Hello 2009!

Last night when the world said goodbye to a old new year and hello to a new one, I said hello to my past.

"Happy New Year P., (insert profession here)," texted him.

I told R. about this and promptly she protested.

"Sumpa mo na siya for 2009", R. said.

I conceded. I know, I said. But that's what I'm feeling.

What's the point of bottling up the feelings anyway? Of not letting the other person know how you feel? Of being eaten up by your thoughts?

"Sana lagi ka masaya. 'Yun lang naman ang gusto kong mangyari nung tayo pa dati. Yung alagaan ka. Hehe. Ingat."

I loved him. Love him still. But it's a different kind now.

I just thought I'd let him know.

With the past resolved, I can face the new phase with a brighter hope. I can almost feel the wind against my cheeks.

Happy New Year everyone! Love and happiness to all of us!

Hello 2009!

Last night when the world said goodbye to a old new year and hello to a new one, I said hello to my past.

"Happy New Year P., (insert profession here)," texted him.

I told R. about this and promptly she protested.

"Sumpa mo na siya for 2009", R. said.

I conceded. I know, I said. But that's what I'm feeling.

What's the point of bottling up the feelings anyway? Of not letting the other person know how you feel? Of being eaten up by your thoughts?

"Sana lagi ka masaya. 'Yun lang naman ang gusto kong mangyari nung tayo pa dati. Yung alagaan ka. Hehe. Ingat."

I loved him. Love him still. But it's a different kind now.

I just thought I'd let him know.

With the past resolved, I can face the new phase with a brighter hope. I can almost feel the wind against my cheeks.

Happy New Year everyone! Love and happiness to all of us!