There hasn’t been so many interesting stories in my life lately. Well, actually there are, but I am yet to disclose until the right time comes.
I haven’t been writing for a time, too. I got pending writing/blog ideas but never really had the time, even for drafts. Work has got me preoccupied with a lot of things and I assume that will go on for the next few months. This taxing and tedious time at work just makes me want to run away to an unknown place.
I was having some spring cleaning last weekend and found photos of travels long ago. I am sharing this trip to Zambales circa 2010 as it reminds me of the first adult out of town trip I had with my sister and all other memories and emotions in between. This was back when working was such lovely labor.
Casa San Miguel, an art sanctuary in San Antonio, Zambales.
We were there just in time for the Pundaquit festival. These kids were practicing for their performances.
They made beautiful music.
Works by Leeroy New were scattered all over the place. My sister thought they’re creepy.
Found these tiles too. I love how they reflect music and art and madness and passion.
Speaking with/interviewing the artist, Brendale Tadeo. Yes, we traveled far and wide for this interview.
The Gallery inside Casa San Miguel.
Brendale Tadeo’s Machinas on exhibit. This was later transferred and exhibited at NOVA Gallery.
Back in my gallery days, I was always interested about how the works were lighted. This explains this photo.
Studying and looking at Brendale’s work.
And asking him some more questions.
We spent the afternoon at the beach. Baybay, as locals would call it. Breathtaking sunset.
Brendale again, he asked us to call him Tadz instead.
My sister, enjoying the water but trying not to get wet
But ended up getting soaking wet anyway (HAHAHA!)
And then, there were kids. Perky and happy, playing in the sand and posing for the camera.
The next day, we searched into their backroom where old paintings and sculptures were stored. Here are works from their weekend children’s workshop.
Plet Bolipata’s then work in progress. I believe she filled this animals with tiles and had them displayed in BGC years after.
Good old days, Zambales.