Late last year, my partner-in-crime Kidlat was asked by his agent to produce paintings for an upcoming exhibit which will run for the month of January this year. He only had less than a week to prepare and execute the paintings, which of course he was able to do and was the last among the other Cebu artists to put up his work (beating deadlines the last-minute seems to work for both of us!). The concept of his paintings were the seven deadly sins as represented by games and other elements of a children’s party, which I leave the interpretations up to you. Kidlat’s paintings were situated outside the entrance door because it was ‘different’ from the usual abstract paintings that were inside. Perhaps this ‘difference’ made it stand out and greeted the guests who had different reactions upon seeing it. Nevertheless, I always take pride in his work because in many ways we will always be different from most.. .
So which is Gluttony? Greed? Sloth? I am quite perplexed myself, all up to your imagination and reasoning. Here are some works from the other artists in the exhibit.. .
Peace, Love & some RakEnRoll,
***photos courtesy of Bea Lopez’s Instagram
The grey walls on your apartment seems to emanate a dark mood on our light conversation, after all it’s been 3 years since we’ve last talked and I’m glad to start it like this before we go into more ‘important’ matters. Calling me 5 days ago to set-up this ‘date’ was surprising but predictable, having heard the news from friends, I wasn’t really expecting that you’d want to break it to me after years of no talk. I guess we really did mature and somewhat ‘evolve’, just like that silly mauve round coffee table that we’ve always imagined to be other things rather than being the setting for your art books and ‘zines, and that green and blue kid’s lamp we bought at the flea market downtown during the Christmas holidays. The mauve table Looks more chic now that it’s next to your newly upholstered royal blue couch, psychedelic chic I must say.
As you slowly make your way across the room to obtain the neatly placed vermilion mugs on the cupboard, I think to myself that no you would not offer me coffee, which you did of course. I politely refuse and ask for beer instead, I managed a tacit laugh as you poured the blood-red wine into the mug. Unfittingly tasteful still. Your thoughtfulness was one of the things I’ve postulated, sorry.
My gaze shifts to those good ol’ records that you’ve religiously kept and still display on the shelves above where our idiot box used to be. Back then we always had this banter over Miles and Coltraine, not to forget – with Pollock and Basquiat too huh? But getting back to business, you finally open up about your engagement, how you crossed paths over a macchiato and an espresso, I was never a coffee fiend so good for you. I imagined your fiancee’s belly swell and host your screaming and kicking little terror. It made me feel my belly – which will never house our gene’s successor/s, we never really thought of that did we? So you pour more wine in to my mug and tell me that you are unsure of being able to handle such responsibility, I assure you that you will, you were a good lover and maybe that will qualify you as a good father, I jokingly said. You mention of the past and we open up to the days of yore, next thing I notice was the time on your orange clock, it was past 1am. With an awkward stance you kiss me on the forehead and thanked me for the night, I gave a wry smile, said my goodbyes and hurriedly left for the door, leaving it ajar as I ran for the elevator that was closing down the hall.. .
Pilar Nereida (10/2011)
So this is where the everyday exploits and bursts of ideas from a twenty-something beatnik will reside. Take pleasure in my adventures (or misadventures at most!) as I paint the town in black and white.
The world is my stage – a revolutionary pacifist, non-conformist, pseudo-writer, oceanchild, freediver, thespian, nomad, muse, geek, lover,
I AM PILAR NEREIDA.. .