:::This one and the other new stuff in this series are inspired by the works of Steve Chong , Malaysian surrealist and multi-awarded photographer.
 ::Above and two of my other photos were featured in an art exhibition held at Marriot Hotel in Cebu City last March, 2007. The exhibition was part of a series of activities for 2007 International Women's Day by organizers of Artcebu and Maharlikha.
My thanks and congratulations to King, Jagat, Yatu, Michelle, and all of the wonderful organizers of the event.  an elusive form,
she haunts me at night. she invades me , like a dream that wouldn't go away i feel choked by the many questions that come to me. why? why she? --- Maydz ----------------- ::This entry is for Gem and Maydz, nga nanginvite nako for a lively feast of kinilaw and sinugba the other weekend. Bitaw, we should do it more often gyud. Too bad I was driving that time and couldn't get any RH. Anyways. The photo is one in the series I made of Shiela B. and Choo Saturday morning. I used poster paint to get the texture of the hand, and some plastic fruit I got from our kitchen for props. It took me around 2 hours all in all to do the entire shoot, including "set" preparation.  :: The photo above was taken just this morning. It took me around an hour to get it done, including makeup and other preparations. There was a bit of discomfort because (1) I didn't have my tripod with me, and (2) the paint smelled really bad. Good thing though the model was very patient. He made my work easier for me.
This drunkenness began in some other tavern. When I get back around to that place, I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile, I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary. The day is coming when I fly off, but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice? Who says words with my mouth?  Who looks out with my eyes?
What is the soul? I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks. I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way. Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home. "Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home", by Rumi ::the woman above is Amor, one of the models I worked with in the early days. Some people call her Rose. It doesn't really matter.  It was simple to meet you,
simple to take your eyes into mine, saying: these are eyes I have known from the first... It was simple to touch you against the hacked background, the grain of what we had been, the choices, years... It was even simple to take each other's lives in our hands, as bodies... Origins and History of Consciousness by Adrienne Rich Look, 
Which among these hurt the most?
:Alright, if this is poorly implemented, you can all go ahead and take the blame on me. The concept came too quickly while holding the apple, and I thought--why not, I could really just experiment. I'm not sure if it turned out well though, so maybe Ice can tell? Please don't comment if you hate me. I admit the apple series is oh so depressing, but it's not my intention to ruin your day today. So...smile, people!!! I can only demonstrate, but I cannot quantify the pain. I cannot tell you exactly how much hurt I felt that day. How much I bled. And how hard I'm bleeding still... I still feel terrible inside. Something's gnawing at me like a curse a cancer of some sort-- 
You will feel it someday, my dear.
Someone will tear you to pieces. And when it happens, I hope you'll bleed like hell. 
::I looked at her for a long time, she and her young, sad eyes, and I couldn't help but remember what I've been seeing on TV the past weks. The rallies in EDSA, the closure of some media facilities, the proclamation for state of emergency--this whole political telenovela happening in the country right now. Those are merely backdrop to the bigger reality that she and most kids here must have to face every day. Poverty. I do not know who among those on TV is going to do something. Administration, opposition--we are all the same.
I took this while I was on my way to the office a few weeks ago. I am holding the camera there. I always bring lots of bags with me, but I dropped them all so the photo won't look so funny. In person, I look even weirder. I am running out of exhibits lately. So I'm exhibiting myself. I try hard to take pictures on weekends, but last week was terribly hard. Had been so tied up with things, work and all. I wish I were freer with lots of time to run around. (But I don't wish that hard too, cus I also love working.) Anyways, I've a list of concepts in mind. I'd still like to work on them ...maybe in the coming months. There's still time. I'll post some more photos soon. Thanks and love u, all! =D
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AuthorFrom tertium quid. The third thing. That state of mind between joy and pain. Between life and death. Between belief and nonbelief. That refuge between lie and truth. 
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