went to the “unveiling” of sorts of the Philippine art that’s up for auction at Salcedo Auctions, and i could only be overwhelmed by that collection. i of course gravitated towards the Santi Boses (two!) that are up for auction, particularly pages of him talking about his work in his own handwriting — *weep* — in a letter written in 1976 — *sniff sniff* (more…)
my friend Bebang Siy has experienced first hand the kind of oppressive treatment of writers over at Psicom Publishing. now it’s rare that writers speak the truth about publishing houses and contests, even as this might save other (younger naive) writers from being treated badly, too. so here, the first of the many issues i know writers have against Psicom. (more…)
which is not to say i don’t enjoy it, these small exhibits that are premised on the creative process of artists, where their artmaking is what’s pushed to the fore, and used as / become the objects of art. in Felix Bacolor’s Leavings one of the smaller West Gallery spaces is turned into an art studio of sorts, with no dirt on the floor or walls, no semblance of work being done, other than well, in the work that’s installed: on the walls, on the floor, against the post in the middle of the room. (more…)
helped out with Better Living Through Xeroxography (BLTX) 2 which happens tomorrow, March 2, at Ilyong’s in Cubao. it’s the one independent book fair that happens in these shores as far as i know, and the one that gathers together the writers / illustrators / artists you wouldn’t see in bookstores. am launching a teeny tiny book to end the life cycle of an essay that should’ve been printed / published a long time ago. do come! (more…)
