Pinto Art Museum
Pinto Art Museum
Irie Sunday, 24/11/13
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"So if you trust me
hold me close and
we’ll turn to sculptures made of sand
and once they find us
a thousand years from now
we’ll still be right here holding hands.
Still be glowing,
smiling like we didn’t give a damn.”
I saw this quote the other day that said “to photograph in colour is to photograph people’s clothes. To photograph in black and white is to photograph people’s souls.”
How appropriate that I first photographed you in black and white.
I remember what you told me the first time you saw my photographs of you. "Lahat pala black and white?"
"Oo eh, pangit ba?" I replied.
"Hindi, ayos nga eh."
And that sparked many conversations thereafter.
I guess I didn’t know it at that time but I was photographing your soul.
Photograph after photograph I unraveled you.
I wish to keep unraveling you, taking photographs of our journey together. Be it by bus, car, jeep, train, trike, bike, feet, plane, until we realise we’ve gone withered and gray and we’ll look back at these pixel dreams with blissful disposition.
#GYPSY #BLOOD 🔪💔🌍 #inspiration #quotes #qotd #robertwservice #love
It’s 9 minutes to 5am.
I don’t know what to write about but I want to.
We saw this thing earlier today about aliensand their possibility of existence. It’s just absurd to think so otherwise.
That Sweet Brown remix still makes us laugh every time.
Last night we fried potato wedges at 4am.
We saw these photographs of houses in Ghana made of clay and patterned with chalks and rocks, it was beautiful.
I read about this new drug called Krokodil which eats your flesh from inside out and it reminded me of my room mate, Izzy who had a beautiful soul but a tarnished spirit. I wish she felt my sincerity in those three months we lived together. I truly hope she saves her self from her self. I miss her and wish it didn’t have to end that way between us.
We brewed up a story for our thesis- which reminded me that I am in my last year of college- which reminded me that I’ll be needing to get a job soon- which reminded me that I still feel inadequate and the need to learn more about this crap I’ve been pretending to know so much about but in reality have no clue over- which made me question why I am in my senior year but feel like I haven’t been doing anything seriously brain draining for the past two weeks, considering it’s midterm week this week- which reminded me that I only have six months left of formal education- which in the end made me happy and excited about the what-will-be and what-is-to-come- which reminded me that what is to come will be in the form of my family- which ultimately is a blessing- which made me realise that I’ve been winging it this whole time- which made me let out a sigh of relief- which made me give myself a moment to pray and thank God for these past 4 years of living alone (and not so alone) in this country I once thought was a shit-hole of a place for a teenage girl with so many frustrated dreams to live alone (and not so alone) in.
My cousin who is 17 years old just gave birth to a baby girl. She died of post partum depression days after. This is devastating news. Firstly because my cousin is so, so young. Secondly, the child will have grown to never meet her mother, Thirdly, the mother will not have seen her child grow. Fourthly, my aunt lost a daughter.
The child is beautiful.
Sometimes such is life.
I read an article that made me angry about 13 Vietnamese fishermen trying to smuggle Philippine Sea Turtles which they froze to their deaths. Also another article that made me angry was about a Philippine Eagle that was recently released into the wild and was found dead because some asshole shot it. What are these fucking people made of? Are they even human at all?
I was watching Angelina Jolie’s episode on Inside The Actors Studio and my profound respect for her grew even more. (Almost made me shed a tear, really.) You have to watch it to understand where I’m coming from. This woman. Ugh.
Arman and I developed our film photographs earlier this week and we were dismayed. All the photographs were half exposed. The shutter blades were defective. Only the other half was doing its job. Too bad, we had some really good photographs of friends and us.
This afternoon, Arman danced me in the living room to 80s music. Spins and all. No one was watching (thank goodness) and it didn’t matter that we were both bad at it. We danced anyway.
My train of thought leaves me both happy and sad in the wee hours.
I don’t want to jinx it but—- I am pretty fucking good at this “surviving” thing.
In whatever angle I look at it, I am still blessed.
My soul mate is sleeping beside me. This is the longest sleep over I’ve had. Two weeks?
My family is far away but hey, they won’t be soon.
And my brother sends me mixtapes.
I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.
And I will not be afraid
of your scars.
I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.
— Clementine Von Radics
Photo: March 31st, 2013
When we scanned our faces
Three weeks after we met.