Thursday, December 31, 2009

Year-End Post

Wow. 2009's about to end in less than 3 hours. Adnd it's good to look back and know that this blog has been around for a year now. It started from juliescope and currently known as juliegraffiti to a very few people who follows it.

It's really hard to look back from the beginning of this year and have a clear recall of where time went. Every single day was a different ride. I met many people, went places, started vices... All the beauty and crap of it all makes it drastically different than my previous years. A little more grown up, a little less stiff. Outpour of emotions and an army of confusion. The inner turmoil has always been present, but I learned to slowly face them one by one. Crap! I don't know what I'm saying, but don't worry, there's no booze for tonight, and the alcohol I had earlier this day had already mixed with my pee, hopefully.

I fucking miss this blog. One of the few places I can just be normal, no matter how strange I could seem. And I know I have been missing for months now, but lately, it was because I chose to spend as much time with that coral in the murky fishbowl. But that's going to be another story. 

2010. Hopefully, I'll be able to keep my word to be more busy and be much more "normal" - by my own standards. No promises, no expectations. Just exhaust your limits and be a lesser stiff. Peace, love, and rock 'n roll! Happy New Year everyone!

...:::j u l i e:::...

Saturday, November 28, 2009

heart-shaped box

Book of the Week:


I saw this book earlier, when I was at the mall. I think it was the last copy, and I can't remove the curiosity out of my head, so I gave in and grabbed it. So, now, I'm now going to give up reading the Twilight saga of Stephenie Meyer. The hoopla surrounding the second film installment, New Moon, is just so sickening, I honestly have no interest anymore in watching it. 

...:::j u l i e:::...

Sunday, November 22, 2009

my heart is your piñata...

...and a voluntary one. I was warned, but I never listened. And now, I am entering the turbulent waves of the old familiar miserable pain. I should have been used to it, but I still taste it's strength. I don't know what to believe in anymore. I try to see beyond this fog, but the ghost of the past is still the ghost that haunts and hovers around him. And I am just a friend, a buddy. And he's just a friend, a buddy, although I know I'm just lying.Have been lying. Lying at the most lately. Because the truth is the hardest to take in, so I deny the truth even to my very own self. A denial that makes itself more and more real as the months passed. I wanted to avoid him, create more space between us, but he has always been my home outside my own, my coral in a murky fishbowl, and we're only getting closer, and I'm sinking deeper into this hole I created for myself. I did not want to make room for any ounce of desire, but it slowly creeps in now that fear begins to enter. Fear of losing him. Fear of not seeing him, and his smiles and laughs and hearing his voice. Perhaps, the ice has already melted, or maybe just getting paper-thin, but I try to contain each atom that makes up these vines that wrapped around his existence, because when the time comes that he'll be leaving, some parts of me will have to be cut off so I could breathe. And things won't be the same again. I realized this the moment I stepped out of the bus the other week, leaving him inside. I was walking on my own under the scorching sun, and I found myself almost pouring out my insides on a public road. I tried so hard to fight back the tears. For all I care, it could have been the last time I'll ever see him. And that's when I realized that after all the lies I told myself, after all the excuses I came up with, I really really really do enjoy being with him.


"No One's Gonna Love You" by Band of Horses





It's looking like a limb torn off

Or altogether just taken apart

We're wheeling through an endless fall

We are the ever-living ghost of what once was


But no one... is ever gonna love you more than I do

No one's gonna love you more than I do


And anything to make you smile

It is a better side of you to admire

But they should never take so long

Just to be over then back to another one


And no one... is ever gonna love you more than I do

No one's gonna love you more than I do


But someone, they should have warned you

When things start splitting at the seams and now

The whole thing's tumbling down

Things start splitting at the seams and now

If things start splitting at the seams and now

It's tumbling down, hard


Anything to make you smile

You are the ever-living ghost of what once was

I never want to hear you say

That you'd be better off

Or you liked it that way


And no one... is ever gonna love you more than I do

No one's gonna love you more than I do


But someone, they should have warned you

When things start splitting at the seams and now

The whole thing's tumbling down

Things start splitting at the seams and now

If things start splitting at the seams and now

It's tumbling down, hard

"No one's gonna love you" by Band of Horses


When I heard this song this morning, I was knocked down. And it has been on repeat for the nth time now. And whether the bold lines are true or not, I don't really want to know. Just one of the many things I tried to keep out of my system to avoid further damage. 

.: Title inspired by Chuck Palahniuk :.

...:::j u l i e:::...


almost speechless

And suddenly now, I feel so speechless.

There's just a lot of things to say, lots of catching up to do, but I can't get started.
I still haven't finished my Christmas decorations,



my junks' a mess,



I still am wanting to read again the Twilight saga and hopefully finish them all before I watch and get to criticize the new film New Moon.





It feels I'm hovering in the surface. And the people that I used to be with, starts to slowly fade away, and I'm left clueless why.

So lately, I have been spending a lot of time with a few people at work, people I so enjoy to be with and made the past two quarters fun and bearable...because I know that it won't last for long. Christmas season comes with a reality that most people would prefer to leave and start afresh come next year. And it somehow makes me scared to lose those few people I have been buddies with, one big reason I still find some form of inspiration to go to work without much drag. So I'm trying to make the most of what little time we could have now, before it escapes and leaves us on our own for good.

...:::j u l i e:::...

Monday, November 16, 2009

I'M BACK!!!!!!!!!!

After nearly two months of unplanned hiatus, it's really very exciting to be back and be reunited with this blog. I just had a new wireless connection set up, so expect more posts from me for the coming days/weeks/months/hopefully, years as well.

...:::j u l i e:::...

Friday, October 2, 2009

Still. Stuck. Stranded.

God, I miss being "normal".

It's been ten long days since I last made a post. And it will take me a long time before I could post another one.

A lot's no longer the same since typhoon Ondoy struck last Saturday. Since I experience electricity again, after almost a week of living on outage, all I watch is just the news, learning that the wrath I've seen is nothing compared to what others went through. Indeed, it's the most horrible weather we all have experienced here. According to the news, a month's worth of rain was poured in just 6-9 hours straight. And now, there's typhoon Pepeng to worry.

I'm staying here at my good friend Tina's place for the night, and I can't help but have this bit of envy for the little liberty she gets for having her own private nook.

I'm having a momentary word bank shut down. So I'll just be posting below some of the thoughts I keyed in on my cellphone within the past challenging week.


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Saturday. September 26, 2009. 5.40 PM.

Here in the corner hallway of my Alma Mater. My only source of momentary cover and refuge. It's beginning to be dark on this gloomiest weather I've ever experienced. My body's aching and chilling. I've never felt this desperate to go home. I'm waiting for my father to save me so we can both go home with minimal scathe. It's been raining so hard since last night. Nearly 24 hours now. Pasig river's overflowing. So, unless I could swim in murky waters for a good couple of kilometers, I could probably get myself home. But I can't. And I'm stuck here in this cold dry place.

As I was walking with other people on the covered elevated pedestrian walk more than an hour ago, it felt like those end-of-the-world movies where people scour to go to one place where they think they could be safe. But, alas, right at the end is where the hell is just beginning. I seriously fought so hard not to breakdown. I still am. This is by far the most horrible weather I have ever experienced. Knowing that getting home is just quarter of the battle.

More than half of the establishments here are closed. I dropped by 7-11 across the street before I sat here to buy some Globe credits so I could call my father. They ran out of any. Then, I realized I only had 200 pesos and some change on my wallet. My cellphone battery's fully charged and working on less than 20-peso load. On my bag are tissues, newspaper, chips, DVDs, and cookies. I haven't taken my lunch and only had a bottle of beer. I have two lighters with no cigarette. I am starving, chilling, and desperate to go home.

Home, according to my sister, is flooded up waist-high and reached the inside of our elevated interior. And my cat Sid's missing. Makes me want to repent all my mountain of sins. Makes me think if this is the beginning of the end of this world. Horrible. Horrible. Horrible.


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Thursday. October 1, 2009. 10:16PM

My alarm went off at 6AM this morning. I was sure I did not set it for I won't be going to work. I stood up, realizing it was only a reminder. Eduard's birthday. Only a reminder devoid now of any value. I stopped the alarm and went back to sleep.

Never have I fully realized that writing my daily experiences will be so much engraved in me. As I lay here in the darkness of this little room I share with my family, I suddenly become foreign to privacy. The past two days have been a whirlwind. Day 5, Wednesday, and everything still looked the same. Hardly any noticeable difference to the level of flood. Maybe, a lot more filthy, but never substantially lower. We all realized we need to do something. With my mother's advice, I texted my aunt and asked if we could possibly stay at her place for a week or two. Either we rot in our apartment, or we go find some place. Thank goodness that exists in my aunt's soul for sharing with us her home.

We began packing our stuffs. I included clothes good for two weeks, Chuck Palahniuk books, toiletries, and my gadgets. A little past lunchtime, my father arrived and we began to prepare leaving. More than a dozen bags were loaded into the fiberglass boat owned by one of our neighbors. Somehow, though I've grown some callousness, still, I felt another portion of me was left the minute I stepped onto that boat. Five years of our lives were spent sheltering on that pink apartment. Now, we had to leave because of typhoon Ondoy's wrath. Not to mention the insatiable greed and selfishness by the python that owns that place. And now, I feel slowly but steadily losing grip of myself. This is the second night we're here, and the only alone time I had was whenever I pee or take a shower. No internet as well, which is why I'm just typing in my thoughts here on my cellphone and saving it on my drafts. I have to make do with what's accessible and subtle. I miss Facebook, Twitter, this blog, the blogs I follow, my room, my privacy...

Oh! And my cat Sid's still stuck on our front-door neighbor's rooftop! With scarcely any food or water, I cross my fingers that little creature would survive until I can go back and get him.

Can I just also mention how I loathe people who says "kawawa ka naman". I appreciate the sympathy, but the last thing I need is pity. If you can't do something to alleviate the situation, then at least try not to say things that might even lower the spirit of the already downcasted. For those who texted to extend their sympathy and offered some help, I sincerely appreciate them. Thank you. However, this incident helped me see that help from another hand could be as scarce as the dodo bird. The only one you can really depend on, at the most, is nothing but your very own self.

Though we're now free from flood and outage, somehow, this liberty bred a new form of imprisonment, entangled with the help we got for being free from the previous. And it scares me increasingly by the hour...

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Thanks Tina, for letting me stay at your place for the night, for letting me have a few hours of the private time I so desperately need during these times.

...:::j u l i e:::...

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

you can shine

Hands down. This could be the most touching commercial I have seen lately. This was uploaded by one of my contacts in Facebook, and I'm re-posting it here. I still have goosebumps as of posting this.




...:::j u l i e:::...

Sunday, September 20, 2009

graffiti and beyond...

Ok. So I got tired of 'scope' and changed it to 'graffiti'. I don't know, but graffiti seems to give a more substantial visual expression to what this blog is for. Plus, it rhymes with my name. Who knows, I might stick with this longer than any of my previous blog names, or I might change it again by next year.

Following is an interesting and in-depth explanation of graffiti.

source: http://www.graffiti.org/faq/graf.def.html

Graffiti. Term applied to an arrangement of institutionally illicit marks in which there has been an attempt to establish some sort of coherent composition: such marks are made by an individual or individuals (not generally professional artists) upon a wall or other surface that is usually visually accessible to the public. The term "graffiti" derives from the Greek graphein ("to write"). Graffiti (s. graffito), meaning a drawing or scribbling on a flat surface, originally referred to those marks found on ancient Roman architecture. Although examples of graffiti have been found at such sites as Pompeii, the Domus Aurea of Emperor Nero (AD 54-68) in Rome, Hadrian's Villa at Tivoli and the Maya site of Tikal in Mesoamerica, they are usually associated with 20th-century urban environments. Graffiti range from simple marks to complex and colorful compositions. Motives for the production of such marks may include a desire for recognition that is public in nature, and/or the need to appropriate public space or someone else's private space for group or individual purposes. Illegitimate counterparts to the paid, legal advertisements on billboards or signs, graffiti utilize the wall of garages, public rest rooms, and jail cells for their clandestine messages. This illegal expression constitutes vandalism to the larger society.

Because of the illicit nature of graffiti, a can of paint and a brush are impractical while spatial considerations may make a pen or pencil ineffective. To accomodate the need for size, visibility, speed, and convenience, the ideal vehicle is the sray-can, which combines medium and applicator into one relatively small parcel that is easily concealed, transportable, easy to use; spray-paint may be applied to most surfaces. Different sized nozzles are used to achieve various effects, for example, a thin line as opposed to a wide band of paint. Where spray paint is not used or available, almost anything may serve as substitute: the aforementioned pen, pencil, paint and brush, as well as chisels, knives, felt-tip markers, blood, or even a finger on a dirty wall or window. Most media used for etching, sketching, painting, marking or writing can be adapted to such a purpose.

Because it is impossible to limit or regulate the resources that are available, graffiti as an art form and expressive medium is expandable, flexible, and difficult to control. The graffiti medium constitutes an open channel for its users to manipulate and mould to suit their needs. It represents a type of discontinuous communicative strategy through which people can engage in a visual dialogue which does not rely on face-to-face interaction or necessary knowledge of the writers' identities.

Individualized or popular graffiti include bathroom wall marking (latrinalia), signatures, proclamations of love, witty comments in response to advertisements, and any number of individual, political, or social commentary (folk epigraphy). In general these graffiti have no affiliation beyond the scope of the individual. It is close to impossible to locate their source.

Communities that produce graffiti (as opposed to the individual "scribbler") may target cryptic messages toward their own closed community, producing a seemingly confusing and unreadable product. The writers may not sign their real names; they instead employ the use of nicknames, codes, and symbols within stylized aesthetic systems. This type of graffiti is geared toward people who already understand the messages and may act to enhance group solidarity. Such graffiti can easily be elevated to the category of "art form" because the symbolic codes, generalized content, and aesthetic features of community-based graffiti usually outlast the duration of an individual's membership within the community. If a community's ideological focus is geared toward the larger society or the politics of the larger state, graffiti messages usually lack cryptic symbolism, make use of the national language, and retain a more straightforward aesthetic style.

An example of this cross-culturally prevalent genre of graffiti, political graffiti may combine with other artistic and expressive forms, such as poster and comic book production, mural painting, newspaper and pamphlet production, and political art exhibitions. The marks may represent the work of unrecognized or underground political groups, radical student movements, or simply dissatisfied individuals. Political graffiti may also arise from sudden emergency situations (e.g. riots) or in response to concurrent political legislation and party politics. Although concerned with state politics, the groups that produce this type of graffiti generally comprise some"subcultural" elements and may make wide use of symbols to further internally relevant quests for power and solidarity.

A second genre of graffiti, gang graffiti are used as markers by gangs usually active in urban areas. The content and form of their graffiti consist of cryptic codes and initials rigidly styled with specialized calligraphies. Gang members use graffiti to indicate group membership, to distinguish enemies and allies and, most generally, to mark boundaries which are both territorial and ideological. In this case, graffiti may merge with other art forms, like tattoo and clothing styles, to create a bounded system the concerns of which may incorporate illegitimate economic and social practices that branch far beyond the reaches of the actual graffiti.

A third genre of graffiti, graffiti art, is commonly called "hip-hop" or "New York style" graffiti and derives from a tradition of subway graffiti that originated in New York during the 1970's. This type of graffiti has spread to large urban centers around the USA and the rest of the world, especially in Europe. Where subway cars like those in New York are unavailable, walls, rocks, road signs, billboards, train carriages, and even motor vehicles are considered suitable canvases. Graffiti artists may or may not belong to "crews," which are groups of artists at differing levels of proficiency. Their work ranges from simple monochrome "tags" (the artist's "name tag," often represented in an exaggerated cursive style) to elaborate, multicoloured works called "pieces" (derived from the word "masterpiece") which are considered in some circles to be of museum quality (see fig.). As graffiti has begun to find its way from its original urban locations to the walls of galleries and museums, the question of vandalism and graffiti as an art form has provoked endless controversy, raising such questions as whether vandalism can be considered art or whether graffiti can be considered graffiti if they are made legally. The simplified imagery of graffiti has also become attractive to certain professional fine artists -- the work of the late Keith Haring in particular became "legitimized" as it moved from New York's subway walls to the walls of galleries and private collectors in the USA. It is in part the rapid movement hip-hop graffiti art and its concomitant controversies which has spurred the development of scholarly interest surrounding people's use of graffiti in all its aspects.

Graffiti are cross-cultural phenomena common to every literate society. Within the variable contexts of their production, graffiti personalize de-personalized space, construct landscapes of identity, make public space into private space, and act as promoters of ethnic unity as well as diversity. Graffiti can be understood as concrete manifestations of personal and communal ideologies which are visually striking, insistent, and provokative; as such, they are worthy of the continued attention of art historians, social scientists, and policy makers alike.


...:::j u l i e:::...

rocky took a lover

What I'm listening to at the moment:

"Rocky took a lover" by Bell X1




He said 'I wanna shine in the eye of Orion
But I drove my soul through the Black Hole!'
She said 'It's a wonderful way to wake me
But you weren't so nice last night
You're such an asshole when you're drunk'
He said 'At least I'm OK in the mornings'

He said 'The three wise men came a long way
Following that pin hole in the sky
Yeah that one right there'
She said 'I don't believe in any old Jesus
If there was a God, then why is my ass
The perfect height of kicking?'

He said 'I'll shine for you, I'll burn for you
He said 'I'll shine for you, that's what I'll do'

He said 'They're like headlights
In the rear view mirror
They're closer that they seem
And from this gutter we're still staring at the stars'
She said 'Would you go away and shine
Last night all you did was curse those stars
You said they sang to you of hope'

He said 'The sun gives life, and it takes it away
But like all the greats, it'll burn out someday'
She said 'I don't mind, I don't want to get bored
I don't want to end up beached on this shore
I want to be that star'

And then I can shine for you, and then I'll burn for you.
I'll shine for you. That's what I'll do.


...beautiful lyrics. makes me love Bell X1 all the more for it.

...:::j u l i e:::...


Saturday, September 19, 2009

Yes, it's Saturday!

If you're like me who's always waiting for Saturday, you can bookmark this website now:
isitsaturday.net.

...:::j u l i e:::...

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

sick sad cruel little world

Is there really such vain soul that exists primarily to flirt and hook up? Is there really such vain soul that exists primarily to flirt and hook up with the man I have such deep respect and untarnished fascination for? And he flirts back, multiple times! goddamnit! Such like the rancid stench on a mount dump. Makes me sick to my gut. But really, who the fuck is she? Is it love or just lust, because I at least have both for him.

Is there such a thing as "subtle screwing up"? Hardly a week passed without either a late, half-day, or absence from me. My so-called "tasks" are hardly ever met. I take an extra "unsupervised" break, or two, at times, three. I take one of my early breaks and spend it with a bottle of booze, and go back to work like I only took a bottle of juice. Every morning I wake up analyzing when will my next scheduled "sick" leave will be. Makes me think I'm no better than a zombie. So maybe this screwing up is really not so subtle. But I like to think of it that way. And sooner or later, the radar's going to have it's target on me. But I don't care. It's all damned anyway.

Then, I go back home and it feels like I'm this horrible evil mime in a perfect little world. Ruins a good photo. It's the most unhealthy and ugliest feeling, and it lingers still. I crawl into my own hole and have my momentary distractions, then go to sleep, waking up only to repeat the same shit, the same sickening routine, over and over and goddamn over again.

And the best part? Nobody really ever gives a shit. Everyone's too busy with their own empty existence. Thinking about the not-so-important urgents. And it's a sore to realize that I am guilty of doing that as well. But I doubt anyone's really reading any blogs, let alone this little sick sad blog. And if one soul does, this will most likely be just street graffiti. Utterly useless. Once passed, always forgetten.

What a sick sad cruel litte world. And I live in it every single day. Every. Single. Fucking. Day.

...:::j u l i e:::...

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Coraline

Book of the Week:


If you are a fan of Neil Gaiman and Tim Burton's "Nightmare Before Christmas", then, the movie "Coraline" will surely become one of your favorites. It is for me. :)



...:::j u l i e:::...

treat me like your mother

What I'm listening to (and watching) at the moment:

"Treat Me Like Your Mother" by The Dead Weather











Don't act like you can't act
I know what you think you're doing
You better learn to shake hands
And treat me like your mother

Don't act like you can't act
Stand up like a man
You better learn to shake hands
And treat me like your mother

You came up to late
You came up to late now
You came up to late
To do a thing

Come on look me in the eye
You wanna try to tell a lie?
I bet you can't, you know why?
I'm just like your mother

Look me in the eye now!
You wanna try to tell a lie?
You can't, you know why?
I'm just like your mother

You came up to late
You came up to late now
You came up to late
Play dumb
Play dead
Play straight

Who's got it figured out?
Play dumb
Play dead
Play straight
Who's got it figured out?
Play straight
Try to manipulate
Yeah!

M-a-n-i-p-u-late x4
Am I to
Am I late?
Am I x4
Am I too late?

Who's got it figured out?
Left right left right
Got it figured out
Who's got it figured out?
Play straight

Stand up like a man
You better learn to shake hands
You better look me in the eye now
Treat me like your mother

Come on look me in the eye
You wanna try to tell a lie?
You can't, you know why?
I'm just like your mother

Play dumb
Play dead
Try to manipulate

You blink when you breathe
And you breathe when you lie
You blink when you lie
You blink when you breathe
And you breathe when you lie
You blink when you lie
You blink when you breathe
And you breathe when you lie
You blink when you lie

Who's got it figured out?
Left right left right
Got it figured out?
Who's got it figured out?
Play straight
Try and manipulate
Who's got it figured out?
Left right left right
Who's got it figured out?
Play straight
Try to manipulate

You blink when you breathe
And you breathe when you lie
You blink when you lie
Who's got it figured out?
Play straight


"Treat Me Like Your Mother"
The Dead Weather

Photos taken from http://www.thedeadweather.com/treatmelikeyourmother/

...:::j u l i e:::...

Saturday, September 12, 2009

5th Annual Sculpture Review

Here are some of the photos I took at the 5th Annual Sculpture Review showcased at SM Art Center, SM Megamall. The exhibit will run from September 8 - 22, 2009.





"Fusion #6" by Joe Datuin
Stainless Steel, 2009



"Fusion 2" by Joe Datuin
Stainless Steel, 2009


"Magkapitbahay" by Ral Arrogante
Copper, brass, aluminum, 2009


"Twenty-Four-Seven No. 1" by Pete Jimenez
Recycled Steel, 2009


"Twenty-four-seven Nos. 1 - 4" by Pete Jimenez
Recycled Steel, 2009





"I'm just a Rumbling Man" by Lirio Salvador
Assemblage, 2009


"Breaking Point" by Micheal Cacnio"
Brass, 2009


"Google Earth" by Michael Cacnio
Brass, 2009


"Chiffon Dreams" by Anna Varona
Fiber glass, 2009


"Call Center Revolution" by Anna Verona
Ceramic and Stainless Steel mounted on wood, 2009


"Impossible" (Light cyan) by Adeo Sta. Juana
Acrycolor on rubber foam, 2009


"Joy of My Desire III" by Ramon Orlina
Carved green glass, 2009


"Mega-Black" 1 & 2 by Mulawin Abueva
Painted resin, 2009


"National Artist Award 2009" by Junyee
Narra wood and paint, 2009


"Tumba-tumba" by Benji Reyes
Narra wood, 2009


"Kinalabit" by Benji Reyes
Narra Burl, 2009


"Upuan ni Juan" Series 1 & 2 by Joe Geraldo
Terra Cotta, 2009


"Falling Down" (Abortion Series) by Kelly Sonio
Terra Cotta, 2009


"Untitled" by Anton Balao
Clay, 2009


"Flagellant" by Carlito Ortega
Brass, 2009


"Rite of Passage Goddess" by Agnes Arellano
Bronze, 2009


"Cantipla Dos" by Anton Quisumbing
Stainless Steel, 2009


"Cantipla Uno" by Anton Quisumbing
Stainless Steel, 2009


"Bulol" by Hadrian Mendoza
Wood fired, 2009


"Male Study" by Jordan Mendoza
Clay, 2009


"Serenity" by Daniel Dela Cruz
Mixed Metal, 2009


"Contemplation II" by Paul Quiano
Cold cast bronze, 2009


"Posture 1 & 2" by Paul Quiano
Clay with glaze, 2009


"Male Torso"& "Female Torso" by Earl Enriquez
Bronze, 2008


"Aparisyon" by Danny Rayos Del Sol
Ostrich Egg, wood, 2009


"Retablo dela Virgen Maria" by Danny Rayos Del Sol
Ostrich egg, wood, 2009


"Grotto" by Danny Rayos Del Sol
Ostrich egg, wood, 2009


"Homage to the Filipino Soldier" by Aba Dalena
Terra Cotta, 2009


"Three of Knowledge" by Sajid Imao
Brass and stainless steel, 2009


"Diwata Gubat 1" by Maria Magdamit
Stoneware, 2009


"Diwata 2" by Maria Magdamit
Stoneware, 2009


"Diwata Gubat 2" by Maria Magdamit
Stoneware, 2009


"Seacock #1" by Tito Estrada
Mixed Media, 2009


"Siokoi 1" (Neptune's Children) by Tito Estrada
Mixed Media, 2009


"Seacock #2" by Tito Estrada
Mixed Media, 2009


"Into the Light" & "Departure" by Daniel Dela Cruz
Mixed Metal, 2009



...:::j u l i e:::...