solitary, color pen and paper
02/08/08
the face that i wore for each day i struggled to see you--- i never lose myself to desperation.
"freedom"
ink & paper
012308
sa alaala,
doon ka nagsimula
isang buwan, isang linggo
at tatlong araw
ang gunita mo'y patuloy na umaalingangaw
13. randomness
"in the eyes of a stalker"
ms paint
12/18/2006
moving on is not a matter of forgetting, rather its the process of coming up with simple acceptance and empty memories.
12. black saturday
caution
ink and paper
september 2009
they talked a lot of things along the way, probably the lengthiest conversation they had for the day. they talked about work, family, taking responsibilities and materializing dreams. for a moment, K felt that they are no longer kids anymore. but what made him moved was the fact that they never really talked about the past, their experiences before, or what was between them--- exactly a decade ago, on one of those humid summer nights, when their raging confusions rushed and engulfed them.
if K can only wish life to be seen in both perspectives just like in the movies.
K bet it will make living a little less complicated.
if only...
11. deeper mark
chasing time
ink and paper
october 2009
it was that night ,
when i thought that the silence between us will be clearer
but when you stood up from bed the next day,
without looking back,
i then realized that it was still a dream that i kept on believing at
outside this building
ink and paper
05/24/2009
minsan, hindi mahalaga kung sino ang taong nananakit sa atin, ang mas importante ay kung bakit natin hinahayaang masaktan tayo.
latak
paper and color pencil
041408
sometimes, even the stars in a clear moonless night is not enough to cradle you to sleep. neither a kiss nor a hug would assure you of tomorrow. for even the most genuine romance falls short to spell out certainty.
8. promises(?)
paglalakbay
(the journey)
ink & paper
111808
we hammer promises with our imperfections, we break them into pieces because of our shortcomings. but at the end, its our own guilt that eats us.
7. the ending
"blue and happy"
oil on canvas with etching
16"x24"
june 20, 2007
minsan tuloy naisip ko, sa ganitong buhay hindi ko na alam kung ano ang mas dapat, ang maging malandi pero panandalian o maging matino pero iniiwan?
"been there, done that"
8"x 11.5"
crayon etching
january 15, 2008
probably, this what makes it special. what makes everything unpredictable, a treasure. and why most people are also scared to take the risk. for its strips you off of all your hesitations to a point where you feel you're already bare and vulnerable. then you tend to cover yourself with what have been its remains. endlessly thinking that either you're giving in to much or you're offering nothing at all. but at the end of it, its funny for we still are hopefuls.
" fantasya"
ms paint
010207
last night i dreamed of you--- again
then i suddenly realized that
you will always be the memory
that i will perpetually fall in love with...
until the day the apparition of the prophecy
stands in front of me.
at the end, ink & paper, february 2008
no one really said that being young assures us of not getting hurt. in fact, it is actually on that condition that leave us most vulnerable. hence, never be scared of falling because it is on that dive where the real life starts.
ugnayan
(relation)
etching
09/15/2008
never stay in a relationship only because of time, memories, assurance nor of promises. stay because of no other reason rather than you want to, or better yet, you need to; for the feeling of staying and growing with that person is really what that counts.
underneath the bed
ink and paper
06/28/2009
never stay in a relationship only because of time, memories, assurance nor of promises. stay because of no other reason rather than you want to, or better yet, you need to; for the feeling of staying and growing with that person is really what that counts.
1. clairvoyance
for those who have hold their silence forever
ink and paper
01/07
its funny how the place reminded me of J so much. though i dont remember us being here before. the place was deserted. there were a pair of bowing angels made in cold concrete, tainted broken glass panes, and an empty bench under a weeping tree.
