ONCE UPON A TIME February 8, 2012
Once upon a time
I had a dream
. . .
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and then
it came true
I’M ONE HAPPY DAUGHTER
MISSING December 5, 2011
I MISS staying put in one space and just losing meself . . .
I remember one time, I didn’t go out for days
I just kept on creating collages after collages for my exhibition.
There was also another time when I was editing during the Christmas holidays and I needed to finish this documentary. I was so into it, I spent Christmas eve or was it New Year alone with just Mithi, my first laptop.
Hahahahapinyunyir!
I MISS my RITUALS before the creation…
I used to sneak behind my sisters back and use her apartment as my atelier.
I loved waking up early in the morning and walking towards my makeshift creative space. Setting the mood with some music, opening the windows and letting the morning light shine in. I then lay down my materials, one by one on the white table,
and then
PLAY
…
I MISS creating something personal. Expressing what I have inside. Speaking with my heart through my hands.
COMMUNICATING
I MISS this kind of focus
CONCENTRATING
I MISS this feeling
SMILING
. . .
And so I vow after this upcoming soul trip,
i will lock meself up again and just lose it.
create. go crazy. let go.
A B A N G A N
SHOUT OUT TO THE UNIVERSE November 8, 2011
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I WILL HAVE AN EXHIBITION NEXT YEAR !
I am not yet exactly sure where but I BELIEVE it will happen.
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I.AM.HOME August 7, 2011
I have uprooted myself and followed a dream.
I am there and I am here.
Home is the scent when I open your door. Home is ginisang monggo & tortang talong, pain au chocolat & crepe nutella. Home is on the streets that I walk on and the way the light falls at a certain time of the day. Home is this smile after a wonderful conversation. Home is understanding what needs to be done. Encouraging words that pushes me to move on. The dream that reminds us to go beyond.
HOME IS HERE AND NOW
THE PAST IS A PRESENT
Home is trusting that everything’s going to be alright. Home is the world inside my head. Home is my friends and family that I hold dear. Home is this language with words that I created. Home is suffering, healing and then recovering. Home is the state of happiness and believing once again that anything & everything is possible…
Home is where I am. It is within me.
I AM HOME.
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handmade photo collage by JK from the PARALLEL UNIVERSE exhibition in France
images used shot in Mindoro & Ilocos, Philippines and Provence, Normandy & Paris, France
