Showing posts with label gallery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gallery. Show all posts

10 March 2007

Step-by-Step

Silver Lens Gallery -- the space going to be utilized for 'Waiting for the Skies to Fail' show.Inside the curators' office -- such an amazing experience of being surrounded by stashed art and art books; it sent chills down my spine.Current Exhibit of JJ Villamarin, 'Home is where the Art is', had this cluttered disorganized feel, which perhaps could be paralleled with her notion of 'home', however I felt as though I was entering her studio and not her exhibit. There were way too many pieces to appreciate.She even had room for visitors to make their own collage, which was a cool idea --but again, a little too much.
300. 300. 300. Raised the bar for graphic and visual arts, fight choreography, and special effects. Tyler Bates' music fit perfectly. O.M.G. That has got to be the best movie I have seen in a fucking long time.
I'm not very fond of rap and r&b so obviously, I don't know their songs, moreso the artists but geez, even a nut like me knows who fucking CHRIS BROWN IS. C'mon. And guess what he's pimping in in VH1, TRU YOUTH!!!(Check my links if you want to order and or drop a message)
Before I spend the rest of the day doing this, I gotta sign out.

28 February 2007

Time out

Explored the Katipunan street yesterday discovering Mag:Net Cafe where they sell books and other publications, as well as exhibit works on the first floor and sell coffee during the day time, and host live bands at night on the second floor. Awesome idea incorporating a gallery and bookstore in a chill environment.
Been making all these calls to companies willing to accept internships for this summer and it's been tough especially when you don't really know where you wanna go or what to really make out of yourself. An eventful morning of self-introductions, queries, and of course the waiting. That's a given, and it's the worse part of it. Knowing you may be talked about, knowing that you are being discussed and your work is being scrutinized this very moment. Every word and every letter printed on the paper counts.
So anxious. I'm counting down the days I have left to step up and venture the world of journalism.

Until then,

Rock on.