Hello guys! If it isn’t obvious enough, this is Andrea. Honestly, it’s taken me such a long time to create this website. I’m not a very web savvy person, so I have no qualms to admit that I suck in coding and all of that html-thingymadoos. Nevertheless, I hope you’ll enjoy looking at my site and the works that I’ll be putting in here!
Most of the content for now will be my literary works and artworks that I’ve created in the past few years. Through the course of the semester, I’ll be adding things regarding my initial ideas and processes that will lead up to the final artwork which we will be pitching in front of a panel. I’m not sure if it’ll turn out as nice as I want it to, because the possibilities are endless. I don’t even know where to start!
Wishing good luck to everyone,
When it comes to the Social Realism art movement in the Philippines, many of Emmanuel “Manny” Garibay’s works are worth mentioning for the complex issues that they present; however, for this essay and critique, I will be focusing on his 1993 oil on canvas work, An Encounter on the Road to Fantasy which I think, is one of his best works in terms of capturing the reality of poverty in the Philippines.
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Felix Resurreccion Hidalgo’s La Barca de Aqueronte(The Boat of Charon) remains an important and valuable part of the Philippine National Museum’s permanent collections, not only because it is one of the first paintings that showcased the Filipino’s artistic prowess internationally, but also because the themes that Hidalgo explored in the painting transcends changing time periods and still remains relevant and powerful up to this day. Continue reading “Essay on La Barca de Aqueronte as a significant presence at Philippine National Museum”
BEFORE THE DEFENSE
At first, as I watched other people defend over the course of two weeks, I couldn’t help but grow increasingly more anxious although I knew that having a defense didn’t look so bad. I was kind of actually dreading to have my own defense. And then it came.
I didn’t even know I was having my defense last Wednesday until I asked Sir Alfred in my FA AM class with him. It was funny, how I’ve been anticipating and dreading my defense and I was suddenly caught off guard (though not really, since it’s been a long time coming) when he told me.
Though I was nervous as fuck inside, I knew I had to get my shit together because: (1) though I was kind of scared shitless, I had to do it; and (2) I wanted to do it.
I wanted to do it, because as much as it would hurt to get criticized, I wanted to know what others thought about my work. Though I seemed confident and not worried about it, I was generally insecure about whether or not my artwork actually got anything across. My mother would sometimes tell me that she didn’t really get what I was trying to do, in my art or in, well, my course or life in general, and I guess that always made me feel insecure about whether or not I was making sense.
I love my work, and I love what I’m doing. I thought I was okay, and others would often tell me that my work was good and whatnot, but I guess it was hard for me to believe them because I didn’t know if they were saying that just to be nice. The bottom line was, I believed my work was good, but I didn’t know if it really was good, so getting my work critiqued and hearing from the panelists meant a lot to me. Continue reading “Post-Defense Blog Post(with feels)”
Memories under water are
strange. The maya bird chirping away
on the branch of the Acacia tree.
The green mangoes falling to the
pavement of the cobbled
driveway to their two-storey
house. Their family dog tilting
its head to the side as her oblivious
mother tells her that eggplants are
purple and that the yellow sun rises
from the east. Now, she makes out
her best friend’s blurry blue face in
another dimension. Muted calls
can’t touch her here, though she lets
the pads of her toes trace the deep
end. She opens her mouth but she
can’t speak through all the crystal white
bubbles. There are simply too many
broken fragments, of a smile or a
frown, a prism or a beautiful rainbow,
She doesn’t know. She can only imagine
how falling in a five feet pool must feel like.
An artist’s attempt to translate the near death experience of drowning that she experienced during childhood, Memories underwater are strange tries to replicate a life review through the lens of a kaleidoscope, a children’s toy that brings back nostalgic memories of individuals as children.
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- Saturday, March 25:
I’ve been trying to find resin since last week. Checked hardware stores today, but they also don’t have it.
Hmm, it seems like resin is really hard to find in the Philippines. If I really can’t find it, then I guess I’ll have to order it online. Will scout for resin at the Polymer shop along E.D.S.A tomorrow. I’ll also try to find silicone putty to use as the mold for the resin. Will also have to inquire in Deovir tomorrow for that. I’ll also have to scout for my plexiglass tubing tomorrow. Once I get a size of the fiberglass tubing, I shall then send the measurements for the mirrors I want to my uncle.
In the meanwhile, I’ve been taking photos and trying to collect the items for my object case! So far, I’ll try to confirm with Intermatrix about whether they digitally print on acetate.
Continue reading “Day by Day Progress Reports(Updated)”
When I was ten years old, I was as carefree and as pretentious as any child could be. I thought I could take on the world and had the need to prove that I knew and could overcome everything.
There’s a certain innocence in being a child—as children, we don’t think about the possibility of death, nor do we realize how small our existence is in comparison to the whole of the universe. Today, many people regard death as something to be afraid of, even if they don’t exactly know what happens when someone dies—whether it’s afterlife or judgement day, all we have are speculations. Some people also think of death as ugly, grotesque, or tragic, and although this is true, I had an experience which allowed me to see a different perspective of death—that amidst the brokenness of things, there is something beautiful, poetic, and light about it. Without the prospect of death, I don’t think we could appreciate life as much as we do now. Continue reading “First Pitch: memories under water are strange”
When it was announced that going to Art Fair Philippines was a requirement for my FA classes, I was probably one of the many students who were thrilled to be able to experience and see how artists gather together and showcase their works. I’ve never been to an art fair before, so going to Art Fair Philippines 2017 was a first for me. I didn’t exactly know what to expect, nor did I anticipate the long line that stretched outside the venue when I arrived last Saturday evening, but nevertheless, that didn’t hinder me from appreciating all that the Art Fair had to offer.
As I walked around the fifth floor with my mother, I noticed that there weren’t really a lot of exhibits, especially when you compared it to the sixth and seventh floors. There were exhibits of Bench and Don Papa, but what I liked was an off-site exhibition of Ronald Ventura’s Shadow Forest: Encounters and Explorations, which caught my eye for the way he used hyper-realism in order to create images that looked like they were created using photo manipulation. His collection is very interesting and intense in the way he puts together complex compositions and juxtaposes the human and the animal within the works. Continue reading “Art Fair Philippines 2017”
For my topic tackling on the experience of drowning, I plan on using mirrors, words(which may be from cut outs) and photographs as my media for my artwork. Using these media, I plan to create a kaleidoscope that invites the viewer to look into the piece from the small hole on one side.
When I envisioned creating a kaleidoscope for my piece, I took into account my past young self experiencing something magical and surreal, but at the same time, getting a glimpse of something familiar and yet unknown.I think a kaleidoscope gives a nostalgic feeling about one’s childhood and embodies the idea of another world encased in a small delicate space. When you look into a kaleidoscope everything in the form of patterns occur at once. As your eye looks into it, you also somehow become ignorant of the rest of the world. The things you see in a kaleidoscope can be juxtaposed as simple yet complex in the way that you cannot exactly define what it all sums up to. And the more you look, the more enamored and fixated you get in trying to make sense of the patterns presented to you. I relate this to seeing what I shall describe as a “life review” in those moments underwater.
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So in preparation for the first pitch, here are the three topics I’ve been thinking about creating artworks for. As an artist and also a writer, I as much as possible, would like to share works that are very personal because I’ve like to create these works as an avenue for me to express thoughts and feelings that I haven’t really told others.
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If there’s one thing I find interesting about this new semester, it’s that a lot of subjects entail final outputs in the form of artworks and projects. After going through the first year of college with those numerous amount of papers, I admit that I’m actually looking forward to making things. But with this excitement, comes the nervousness that creating entails.
As an arts student, I’ve always leaned more on the traditional side of it rather than digital, and I guess that’s because I’ve always been someone who loved to do things hands on and feeling the materials as I go. It’s a given that every single artist wants to create quality work—work that has value, work that makes sense. But how does one know if the work they create is actually effective?
Continue reading “Practice Pitching”