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Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Sudden Aesthetic Mood

People may not be outwardly expressive of their delight on simple things like a well-meaning text message, for example.

I got this SMS out of the blue yesterday:

PEEWEE: Moved to a condo unit in Boni with my sis. Lots of bare walls. Make me a painting of whatever medium that I can hang up on one of 'em walls. Gusto ko "done by an artist friend". Sige na.

I did not take it as a demand poorly disguised as a request albeit being obviously so. My paints have long been thrown away, all dried up and cagulated for not being used. The brushes long retired . My trusty mixing plate missing. Easel dispatched before transfering to a new house. And besides, the last time I hade done a decent painting was way back in college when I could still steal some time off from studying.

My reply had thus been...

FRITZ: My paints have all dried up (sad face here) ... no joke... Inis nga ako eh. Rush ba? Wala narin akong brushes so I have to get everything fresh. Gaano kalaki? (smiley face here)

Key take away from this exchange is though I could not imagine how I would manage to have the time to have it done, I could not necessarily let a request pass where praise for my so-called talent was showcased, ha ha ha!

PEEWEE: Yipee! Di naman rush pero excited na kasi ako to put color in the rooms. Punta ka nalang sa house minsan para you can see it. It's kinda girly eh, not exactly what I envisioned my crib to be. Gusto ko sana oriental-ish kaya lang difficult to pull off with the predefined look ng unit.

FRITZ: Sure! I'd be glad to.

I have this wonderful idea of photographing her myself in sepia while she stands beside a window partly slouched, fingers parting the blinds slightly on eye-level while peeking through the slit in the blinds, making it seem as though she's stealing a glimpse of a crush or someone from below, all done in edgy acrylic over white canvas. She also had to be dressed like Death, as she adores her so much. That would make her day, if I could very well pull the painting off, that is.

I made this mask two years back using matt and metallic textile paint. Four unidentical others are all kept by their new owners as a token for the purpose (being utterly humiliating that I firmly wish for it to not be disclosed, ever) on which the masks were made. I was really thinking of Mirror Mask when I took this shot but thought better not to have it compared. It would just seem like soot placed side by side to gold shavings.

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At August 06, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said...

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At August 06, 2005, Blogger Fritz said...

Had to delete that comment, spamming personal blogs.

 

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