the wide geisha cuff

 

meet Joanne Engelie Mallillin known to her buddies as Enj.

A Tradigital Fine Arts freshman. Petite that she is, it is impossible not to notice her when she is around. She laughs loud a lot, and is talkative when her buddies are around. When in solo flight, she is  at the gallery in front of a monitor finishing her plates.

-everything happens for a reason- is her favourite quote. she is into black and hot pink.

Photos: Me, Mine--hahaha--with my well---GE..no, not an iron, nor ref, but a digital camera A730 7.0 megapixels.--wadayasay? come on... zoooooom it!

Location: AUP (shine on!) the Detwiler memorial library, and the Fine Arts 

Gallery Lobby

the wide geisha cuff in foto detail

for sale. price and detail here

the geisha pink pin

Karen Mae Rosacina 19 years old,a petite fair skinned junior college student in Tradigital Fine Arts, Visual Communications and Design major. She'd rather listen than talk when she is in my class. She is a dormitorian, as AUP is a boarding school. She likes the colour pink, and is comfortable in tank top, cotton vest, jeans, messenger bag, and flats. She is not into face make-up she tells me, but would experiment it on her face using adobe photoshop and boy, she really looks good. Fresh looking, simple, and no complications, the way she really is in person.

Photos: Merly Regencia and her Nikon D40X Lens 18-135

Location: AUP (shine on!) Lawn between Science and COB building

the geisha pink pin in foto detail:

for sale. price and details here

geisha doll bib

Park Soomin, Janet her english name is 18 years old from Korea. A  freshman taking up Tradigital Fine Arts here in AUP. Conversant and fluent in English is this cute girl whose favourite food is---you guess it right. Kimchi! Kimchi soup that is. She loves to shop like all the girls in the world do :-)

Stands 5'4" tall and loves the colour Pink. 

"Failure is mother of success" she tells me, I asked her how could that be? "I am not afraid of failure and of failing. It challenges me instead to do better, and give my best."

Ok Janet, be careful when you climb the stairs at the COB building  for your kimchi soup, I'm sure you will be fearful of falling when you do... oh but you said failing...there's a big difference, remind me :-)

Photos : Fidel Hialrio with his Nikon D3000

Location: AUP (shine on!) Art Park

the geisha doll bib in foto detail

welcome... further into my world ...

here are the 3 three pieces of work i have finished recently.a wide wrist cuff, a bib,and a capelet. yes you heard me right. a capelet.


 Japanese Edo period masters in the likes of: Kaigtsudo Ando(1700), Okunura Masanobu (1686-1764), Kitagawa Utamaro , and Hoshiguchi Goyo (1880-1921) all of which portrayed the beautiful geishas on their prints, have been a fascination for me many years now. 
i have incorporated it here on these pieces. neo victorian, distressed materials, a tinge of steampunk, orientalia,

and some wild touches of animal print hauled together to whip up an art meant to be used, and or collected--i guess...:-) really. there won't be repeats. it's difficult.

  

now all that i need are some cute petite campus girls to model this for me, to see its beauty when they are worn casually, or with drama, drama.

if i get lucky, i'll post it here next week!

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 if you have been wondering of the creative process on all the pieces you have seen from the start, 

here, let me show some and the tiny tiny work space where i do it all.

here is my tiny, tiny table. i try to keep things controlled. i am in an apartment within the university where i work. the deadly habit of artists of collecting and collecting with a notion, that it is for their inspiration, an idea, or material to be incorporated on their next 10,000th line-up project, that they are sure will never make money. can really be deadly annoying. sometimes, i am wondering if it is a blessing or a curse. a blessing, because you are able to buy those things, but then a curse, because it can fall into a category of "hoarding", and eats up the already tiny space in your room, and then you become the selfish discontented hoarder! but we are stubborn, and we get our fix from there, so we go on, and indulge...sigh.

uuhh dears, those stuff by the door are just--scrap, nothing, the real deals--are at home. and i am glad i dont see the mess--this is more controllable. i have peace of mind here. and i seldom go home now.

meet karotene, and marcy--the plush they keep me company in the wee hours of the night.

the  comp notebook to keep me connected and i use it to listen to music, and watch some movies. no-- i never do my editing there, its all done on my desk at the gallery. and nothing beats the mac. 

books strewn everywhere, on top, beneath, beside. to torture me slowly to death, take away all the books. i'll write anyway;D, if it takes years for me to die (hahaha)

the floor is an extension of the table and part of creative process on many artists art production

a step away from the work table is make-shift bed. so a single step the artist can slump her tired body when the fix wanes out.

and, as many philandering artists keep saying that--an artist needs a muse, meet my muse--steffi.

when she wakes up and if isn't busy with her own life, she sits on that bed floor and tinker with her violin and bothers me till she gets on my nerves!

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a new piece for the visual serenade site

  

 the AD 2010. before, the mediocres will salivate on published copies of glossy photos of their favourite stars, hardbound, paperbacks by their favourite writers. astonished by the rigorous effort, time, money that was put in by the people behind its production, and post production. nonetheless, those efforts, tremendous hardwork paid off. they have set the trend. the mediocres were fed. including our lust to imitate what have we seen, and read for the last decade/s in our lives.
now, the surge of technology and its genius has paved the way for us act out those we have seen, read, and ... in our own time and phase, minus the high production cost,and the grueling effort to be able to produce and publish.


    as an artist, and trying to live below my means, i try to maximize on using what is available, what is around, and at hand. keeping all the costs down, so that other needs can be sustained. i am or we, that is...
reveling on this technology, thanks to its genius. blogs are free, or almost. an area to exhibit works and pound on the podium with your ideas on daily basis, or as your  emotions compels you to, and publish it---world wide!


     in our imaginary thoughts its like, we gotta move fast! we gotta move fast!. we have an audience to feed. we imagine our 2-3 audience average visits per day, to be 2,000-3,000 visits per day! ha! dream on...
is it bad?  ok---projected then.


    unbelievable are its endless possibilities, and opportunities, and mayhap the consequences... i don't know, but i do pray for guidance everytime.


     as a person who has been trained to link , relate faith and learning in all of the subjects that i handle as an instructor in the visual arts, i  often find myself questioning--what is yet to come?
all that is with good and bad intent have  equal opportunites here, to perpetuate each of their own causes.
and as a follower of this Lover of my Soul--the Christ, what have i been doing  for Him to further His cause? and His bid "Go"...


     I have a site set-up about 2005, dedicated as  my Visual Serenade for Him. I believe art in its truest form and meaning should be about: WITNESS and PRAISE. audience, or no audience, gallery or no gallery, critics/critques or no critics/, applause or no applause, reviews or no reviews, inspiration or no inspiration, no. it should be inspired.


    I have been neglecting it for the past three years. I have so many ideas and already done sketches ready to be realized on textiles but was just shelved. however, i finally was able to produce one after many years of neglect... this new piece " vision ". so this revelry on the gift of technology might be
sensible in  heaven's sight, and my intent to participate as witness, not wanting to be wrapped-up in self, which i have the tendency to do so...arrrgghhh...what are blogs for? grinnnsss






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 vision on "Vision"

     having been able to attend a school that was run by the Seventh-day Adventist denomination in my elementary and highschool years, got me to hear and read often a Bible verse that include this line--"without vision, the people perish", everytime. it never meant anything to me until i got involved in the business of instructing, some 15 years ago.


     at the start of each semester we are to write down the objectives, goals, upon creating the course syllabi. it hit me one day, the very importance of this line after methodically doing the never ending objectives,vision,that eventually becomes your mission, goal. and i am suspecting, this could have been likely the cause of a many of my maladies in life. i was visionless in my young and restless years. it was either i do not care, or i simply cannot envision myself doing anything significant at all save that, deep in my heart, i love art, and i like teaching. 


    a vision is never arbitrary. it is always a must as one plans the course and direction of his life, as if lifetime happiness,and its domino effect is dependent on it. 
    not essentially perish physically outright,but in the sense perish mentally, spiritually in gradual manner. and what is living if one is already mentally, and spiritually dead? a zombie i guess.

let Thine streams of Light flow---my soul's yearning

it seems that i will be standing right here by the front of this huge and amazing carved hard wood door of this cathedral semester after semester, and year after year, as long as i have this subject/course hist. of art *philippine art  under me. much as i would love to stay inside the van and let these youths roam about this huge historical place, this still small voice behind my ear wouldn't let me.its a call of duty. to let them see, explain to them within the context of philipine historical facts the part of who they are, as present generation young pinoys and pinays. perhaps, part of the effect of globalism that sets confusion upon these youths of their cultural identity, and waning knowledge of their rich cultural heritage.


alongside, i made this seemingly stale routine a meaningful one, this time.making the Light as my theme.

"let your light shine its rays round about me, and your Abiding Presence

linger... as i tread this path unknown without fear and without trembling" 

i am forever mesmerized by the beauty of light from its dawning forth to its setting away for a little while.

gives stories, and meanings, and evoke some pasts that could either make you joyful or tearful.

my heart flutters as i see Light glistens and...

-create silver linings upon the waves on the shore and on skylines at the setting from its awful source.

-casts a mysterious shadow that can make you more than nostalgic, so much so it touches a string of chord within your soul.

-spills its glorious soft and sharp rays through its quickening edges that could make your eyes squint or stare.

-gives you hope, that makes you feel alive again, and thankful that the darkness is yet far from nigh.

"never shut thine Light from me. 

for i am but a speck of a dust,

lost in the shadows of darkness.

let thine stream of Light flow

about this darkness where i

wallow, groping and gasping for breath."

 feb. 25 2010 san agustine church intramuros manila

may your weekend be ever filled with the Light!