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Artist/Type of Exhibit : Jobert Cruz
Date : October 6, 2016
Time : 6PM
The thrill, excitement, the anticipation, the danger and awareness, all these feelings occur when you step upon the territory of Divisoria. It is a place with little room to walk and navigate unto due to the place being packed up with stalls upon stalls of merchandise varying from clothes to toys, school/office supplies to kitchen equipment, seasonal items, plastic wares to mobile gadgets ranging from low grade to stolen ones, pirated DVDs, street foods, fruits and vegetables, and a lot of other things people who like bargained things so much enjoys, but would surprise a few for how contracted the place is. But Divisoria isn’t just a place of commodities where you’ll go home happy and contented to all the things you have purchased. It is a place of opportunity, in a negative sense, to some which is quite a danger for those who are a first time visitor. It is also a place of survival to those who have to wait for alms or until when the garbage is taken out; a place of chances for the tradesman wanting to earn an honest living for their family. But it’s a different story for each and everyone who lived most of their lives there.
In Diviserye,Jobert Cruz narrated visually how he perceived the things he encounters almost everyday as he was growing up in Divisoria. The things mentioned above were not merely ideas to the artist rather they were experiences and accounts translated into thoughts which is then translated into an optical allegory. What the exhibition presents is not an introduction to Divisoria for we are all too familiar with it unless one is too detached from the realities of the world and of this country being a third world nation. The works look at the peculiarity and familiarity of the events and people that occur there, things that accumulate by and by, things that made little change or none at all. In Divi, as referred to in street slang, all sorts of botchery transpires in every street with all sorts of people: the villains, the disfavored, the dealers, the hagglers, novices, the hundred isles of shops selling almost the same things, the malls only a less different from the stalls outside, all of those things didn’t escape the scrutinizing eye. Cruz analyzes the diversely cluttered community from its habitant’s pattern of living to its mode of survival in a constructive and adverse method true to the roots of the matter without preconceived notions. The exhibition is a string of stories that will be a sort of assessment, a denunciation, to some but to some it is nevertheless home.
Artist/Type of Exhibit
When you fly its easy to get lost in the sky – nosigns, no street names to guide you, only mountains and fields, sky and ocean.
It becomes an endless abstraction of greens and blues that can be hard to identify. But there are certain points within the landscape that will remain distinct: the waypoints.
In Waypoints, Katrina Andrews shows howin an endless landscape, a field of abstracted rice fields or a maze of mountains, you will find a somewhat unique establishment you can identify as part of a specific town. You will find a river that stands out with a certain shape to it, maybe a bridge or two, or a cement factory. These waypoints are what every pilot, recognizes: a marker of where they are, how far away they are from the base and from the destination.
The Artist/Pilot shows in her painting series the mix of familiar and unfamiliar. That Déjà vu moment she feels when flying.
Kat combines her experiences and what she sees from the cockpit with the art works she creates. Pre flight check, which is repeatedly a standard operational procedure, gives Kat a base with abstraction that was first influenced by Piet Mondrian. Her art process has precise steps and layers, a repeated procedure to get the end result.
Her geometric shapes not only emulate field patterns, but also recreate theworn-out feelingand the fading of runway lines and track marks thatplanes have leave and taxied over day in and day out.
Whilst the painted images show us a clearer view of the waypoints, in particular the ones concerning the Vigan Airport route which on its own is also a way point to a further flight destination, it is a preparation for Laoag – Pagudpud route.
Kat’s unique Experience of being an artist and a pilot has given her a different perspective on both fields, which she combines and uses to create her art works.
“For once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return” – Leonardo da Vinci
Artist/Type of Exhibit : Bato
Date : October 6, 2016
” The first half of life consist of the capacity to enjoy without the chance; the last half consist of the chance without the capacity” -Mark Twain
As the morning dew drips on the glass of the window, the alarm stikes 5. The sheets are all turned inside out with the blanket that still embraces. The cold breeze from the fan caresses your face carrying the chill of the morning. ” Another great day ahead of me” you murmured unto yourself as you decide if you are going to go for another 5 minute extension. Your eyes are half open and still longing for another minute to be closed yet you gather your strength to stand up fast forwarding your thoughts to the day ahead. The morning shower is always a disaster. It always feel colder with every drizzle that damps your skin, yet you endure.
You hurdle to the door as the morning sun illuminates the metro. You are at the end of a lengthy line that races to reach the platform of the station. A row of large sardines cans; that was what you have in mind seeing people struggle to fit inside the metal carriages of the transit. “Will I be able to reach in time? ” you say to yourself, as if It feels like the clock runs faster and faster as your heart beat races while thinking of the possible memo that will greet you atop your desk, yet you withstand.
“Is this what I was destined to be?” A random thought clings inside of your mind while you ponder the deadlines that are due tomorrow. At almost 11 pm it is hard to catch a ride from the office to the terminal, the transit was not an option for it only runs until 10. Without a choice you stride 20 minutes to reach the bus stop. You position yourself on the window side and mutter,” just a quick nap”.
The alarm goes off. As you open your eyes your 5 minute extension is over.
Our choices in life are always affected by many aspects, but will always lead to you and your decisions for yourself alone. Is this what we were destined to be? Or maybe we are just confined within our comfort zones and left with the one decision that makes everything Routinary.