Kamote

This is for the cover of Obras Maestras: Modules for Teaching Bikol Literature edited by Dr. Paz Verdades M. Santos.

The Fish Hair Woman by Merlinda Bobis

I was moved by Dr. Merlinda Bobis' novel about desaparecidos to draw something out of it. The vivid images of characters played in my mind while she was performing it last 21 November 2012 at the Arrupe Convention Hall of Ateneo de Naga University. This took me five days drawing lots of lines while listening to classroom discussions or being alone at the cafeteria.

KASAGKORAN

KATAL: TILAD vol 1 issue 02

Check out the flipbook version of Katal through TILAD Literary Folio.

Vanity

Okay, I'm guilty of being vain. I love doing self portraits. 

teddy me

My latest Art Diary

I just bought this yesterday, I love it.  Sadly the notebook is not tough enough for my hands. 

True!

I executed this typo art for my friend's class project. 

Haros

My forgotten dreams are

like yellow butterflies,Vilda 

pastilles, wrappers of

assorted Belgian chocolates,

and summer trips with 

no photographs taken.

They float in my sepia

tone trance, flickering 

fireflies in my most undisturbed

solitude. My eagerness caught 

them, almost. 

Kurit

During the STORYLINES exhibit last July, many Ateneans signified interest in line art, particularly in doodle and comic art. Some even submitted their works for the exhibit. They are also asking if there will be venues for them to improve their craft, so the Ateneo Design and Arts Society now brings you KURIT: parallel workshops on Doodle Art and Independent Comic, and discussion on visual literacy, aesthetics and basic composition. 

Modules for my Reading Remediation Class

Ateneo Pathways provide reading sessions for elementary schools and high schools that cannot afford the SRA program. Since SRA kits are expensive the group create their own reading modules. In our reading remediation class our teacher Ms. Julie del Valle asked us to create at least two modules. I picked two stories from the internet, which I believe are available for non profit purposes, and made an illustration out of them.

You can find the whole text of this story at:

http://www.tagalogshortstories.net/apo-pules-tattoo-english.html

You can find the whole text of this story at:

http://www.tagalogshortstories.net/in-the-kingdoms-of-rajah-buwaya-and-princess-waling-waling-english.html

An Huring Kartero kan San Gabriel (play)

Allan's friend Jenn, who I first met during the screening of Amigo, asked me to do a poster for their upcoming play. The peg for the poster are the illustrations of the "Dean of Philippine Comics", Francisco Coching. Looking at the details of his drawings, I was damn overwhelmed. But I'm into details and fine lines, so I told my self why not give it a try. This time I used A3 glossy paper and Faber-Castell pointy pen.

Hand Drawn

Kamote

Kamuti
ni Kristian Sendon Cordero

Sigi sana paawan ni Mam

saka magparapatanum sa kamuti.

 Kaya uru-alduw baga baga na kami nag.gigibu

sa pantyung, sadtu namu ipagtatalbung

su mga wakag ku kamuting pigputul-putul

tapus bubu-bu.un ku tubig na galin sa sulung. 

Ang.gan sa biglang nagdakulu,

tapus nagkanap su tinanum namu 

paiyan sadtu tinataklang plagpul

inabut pati su lubad na namung bandira.

Gustu na namung galbutun su tinanum:

kaya lang inungtan pa kami ni Mam.

Diri kunu pakialaman ta sayang su pagal,

oras saka su unud na pwiding makutkut  

pagabut ka panuwun.

Kaya pinabayaan sana namung magkanap

su kamuti, ang-gan sa makalu.ug nadi sadtu rum,

langkaskas ku pagdakulu, lang duag ku mga wakag:

nagkanap paiyan sadtu lamisa ni Mam na agku

mga ritratu ku igin man niya, tapus kin.namang

su kamuti sadtu lubut-lubut namung blakbord,

inabut pati su ritrato ni Rizal saka Bonifacio, 

pati su pangangadyi.an namung ama,

su mga nagigilu-gilung ulaan,

mga librung pig-uuram-uraman

(usad sa tulung iskwila), 

paiyan sadtu bintanang lanang-ib.ug ku talbu,

salug na uru-alduw naming linalampasu

(lalu na kun agku mig.abut na supirbaysur)

ang.gan sa pati naman kami kanapan ku mga wakag 

paiyan sadi payu namu.

Baga na kami tinutunguk, di nakakaiwag,

uda na nababayad, di nakakabasa saka nakakasurat.

Sadtu naman nakaisip si Mam na kutkutun

su unud ku kamuti, kaya pigparakalut ku maestra

ko sa payu namu, usad-usad kami, dipindi sa apilyidu.

Pigparadugkal niya, nagparahanap sa tubuanan,

ipapakaun kunu niya sadtu supirintindent na nagbisita,

kaya lang su nakutkut niya mga gusud na unud.

Kaya nguwan, nagtitius kami ku kulug

saka apri ku mudang sunud-sunud.





KAMOTE
Walang ibang ginawa si Ma’am kundi
ang utusan kaming magtanim ng kamote.
Araw-araw para kaming gumagawa
ng mga nitso, doon namin itinatanim
ang mga wakag ng kamoteng
aming pinutol-putol, at pagkatapos,
umiigib kami ng tubig sa ilog upang
ipandilig sa mga alagang pananim.
Hanggang sa bigla lumaki at gumapang
ang mga sanga ng kamote papunta
sa kinakalawang naming plagpul
naabot pati ang namuti naming bandila.
Gusto sana naming bunutin ang mga kamote:
kaya lang pinagalitan lang kami ni Ma’am
huwag daw naming pakikialaman
dahil sayang ‘yung pagod at oras
at ang lamang-ugat na maari naming
anihin pagdating ng panahon.
Kaya pinabayaan lang namin na gumapang
ang kamote hanggang sa makapasok
na ang mga ito sa loob ng silid-aralan namin,
mas lalong bumilis ang paglaki ng mga kamote
lumaki ang mga wakag nito at nakarating
sa mesa nin Ma’am na may mga larawan
ng anak niya, at pagkatapos gumapang ito
papunta sa mga larawan ni Rizal at Bonifacio
pati sa Diyos na araw-araw naming pinagdadasalan,
pati sa mga sirang upuan namin,
mga aklat na pinagpapasa-pasahan namin
(isa sa tatlong mag-aaral)
papunta sa mga bintana namin na kumapal
na ang alikabok na dumikit, pati sa sahig namin
na araw-araw naming binubunot, nililinis
(lalo na kung may superbaysor na darating)
hanggang sa gumapang ang mga wakag ng kamote
papunta sa aming mga ulo.
Para kaming sinasakal, hindi kami makagalaw
Walang makita, di makabasa at di makasulat.
At nang maisipan ni Ma’am na kutkutin
ang mga lamang-ugat ng kamote,
hinukay nang hinukay ng titser namin
ang aming mga ulo, isa-isa kami,
depende sa apelyido.
Naghukay nang naghukay si Ma’am,
naghanap ng kamote sa loob ng ulo namin
ipapakain niya raw kasi sa bagong dating
na superintendent na nagbisita sa amin,
kaya lang, puros bulok na kamote ang naani ni Ma’am.
Kaya ngayon, nagtitiis kami sa sakit
ng palo at hapdi ng mura ni Ma’am
na natanggap namin sunod-sunod.





SWEET POTATO (translated by Paz Verdades Santos)
All Ma’am does is make us weed
the land and plant kamote.
So every day it seems we dig
our graves, there to inter
our cuttings of sweet potato
then sprinkle them with water from the river.
Until the shoots grow suddenly tall,
then what we’d planted creep and rise
toward the rusting flagpole
reaching our faded banner.
We wanted then to uproot the plant:
but Ma’am spoke in anger.
Leave it be, she said, lest we waste effort,
time, and the fruit we could harvest
at the proper time.
So we left it to creep and clamber, until
the potato plant entered our room,
it grew quite swiftly, its stems were large:
It slithered toward Ma’am’s desk, adorned
with photos of her children, then crawled
up with blackboard bedecked with holes,
up to the pictured of Rizal and Bonifacio,
and even to the image to which we prayed,
it clung to our chairs that wobbled,
to the books we passed and shared
(one for every three pupils),
there to the window in thick dust coated,
the floor which we polished day by day
(especially when a supervisor was expected)
and then the stems inched
toward our heads.
They seemed to pierce us, we could hardly stir,
could see nothing, could neither read nor write.
Then Ma’am thought it was about time to gather
the crop of kamote, so our teacher hoed
our heads, one by one, according to our surnames.
She shovelled deep, searching for where spuds grew,
To serve to the superintendent whose visit was due,
But all she could reap were diseased mouldy growths.
So here we now sit, enduring the pain
and the sting of relentless curses.

cover design

Illustrated matryoshka bookmarks

I'm fond of the Dia dela Muerte not because I love morbid things but because I'm amazed by how the colors celebrated the grim of the dead. My intentions were really not to make bookmarks out of these drawings. I was just experimenting on combining the Russian matryoshka dolls with Mexico's festival of the dead. I cut one then, voila! I have a new bookmark. 

Many of my friends asked for a bookmark so I gave them some.  I doodled the bookmarks while attending my classes. My teacher (who happened to be my former classmate in college) never bothered me. She knows I'm listening to what she is discussing while doodling. That's my learning style.

Cthulhu

H. P. Lovecraft's "Call of Cthulhu" resurrected my curiosity of tentacles after my first encounter with the Pirates of the Caribbean. There's this sort of an inner call for me to create something absurd and love it. 

The guy above comes from a photo in a magazine my friend Krizzia and I bought from Booksale. The tentacles are from me. Ash would say I have a fetish for tentacles. hahahaha

Madam Butterfly

While killing time at the exhibit, I tried experimenting on my doodles. So I took some colored pens (Thanks to Ara Leir), and boom! I like the result. Glossy paper + Faber Castel felt tip and colored pen.

Kadunong

Saysayán sa samô an gabós Kadunung 

Mgá agi-aging suanoy ni Handióng, 

Pirak mong talasan isabáy tugtugón 

Mahamís, ngangalsán padapit kan Aslong

 ---------------------------- 

Si Kadunung tolos uyang kasimbagán: 

Paghinanyóg kamó, aking Kabikolan, 

Mangá kasaysayan kan daga na guráng, 

Erokan ni Handióng panóng kagayonan.

 ---from the epic Ibalong 

S t o r y L I N E S

This is my first exhibit in Ateneo and I'm so excited. Sir Dennis and I are currently finishing our pieces of Bikolano mythological characters. Our entire collection are in black and white. Line art demands time and lots of inspiration.

The opening of the exhibit is on July 23, 2012 at 4:30 in the afternoon. There will be a cocktail. So please come!