His face is splashed on my country’s P500 bill. His famous words, “The Filipino is worth dying for”. It was August 21, 1983, I was 6. But I remember the screams from a grainy TV, a shocked household. The blur … Continue reading
So I’m posting this a day late (but I did put this up on my Facebook yesterday As a tribute to our country’s national hero, Jose Rizal, thought I’d make a little caricature in honor of his birthday.
Our country will be celebrating Independence Day in a few days so a tribute was timely as I worked with ink blocks, watercolor and pencils to breathe new life on Mercedes. She first appeared faceless in a painting a … Continue reading
Paper lanterns. There is something poetic about the way flames glow from within. How the soft beams of light splash golden hues on the cobblestone streets where wooden sandals continue its click-clacking music, Through the wooden windows where eyes have … Continue reading
This has got to be one of the bigger, more densely populated and constantly hectic train stations in Tokyo: the Shibuya train station. Amidst the chaos frequented by 2.3 million commuters daily, I always looked forward to seeing the once-lost … Continue reading
Here’s something I chanced upon while walking around Bussorah Street: a charming hostel. An old shophouse converted into a rustic bed and breakfast located in the Malay conservation district. The first time I saw Sleepy Sam’s was on the evening … Continue reading
