Inspire II. Paalam Pebrero.

Centerpice. Coordinates for a Red Wedding.

"...bridesmaids do wish apparently that their dresses won't have that same organza sash wrapped around that tiffany chair. i wonder now if that's really embarrassing enough, that so few of them would want to catch the bouquet..."

Arabica stems. Velvet leaf cut- outs. Resin Buddhist Beads, gift from Mel. Porcelaine de Limoges tray, gift from Iya. Orbs from the TutubiWorks collection.

G'morning.

Morning wall. Will sulk and stare.

This corner of the house is by the master bedroom's doorway.
When I used to occupy that room, I thought I'd put together a console niche. A place for everything that goes in my pockets so they aren't forgotten, for my trusty notebook and pens still to remind me of how the day should shape up. It was swamped.

I recently moved to the next larger bedroom so this pocket of space has been rather idle. A refreshing sight however.

This morning, over coffee, it dawned on me how much i have been influenced by the designers of this decade. I'm aware i got the eclectic calm from Nate Berkus, how intricate woodwork and antiques are highlighted by the clean lines of modern lighting fixtures. I do know that incorporating prints sparingly, and a play of textures, make for an urban chic statement. Kelly Hoppen introduces. Names among a few.

I'd like to think that I learn.

Yes, that's a palm fruit twig. I tediously strung a pearl at a time on every end. Quite nifty, i reckon. I've done five branches, and see how they could be used as design implement soon.


I'm off to Baguio City for the weekend. My first love.
"...that got me running in the mornings, and i will say hello to her gentle sun again".


Hugs!
Raphael

Lighting from Ikea of Sweden. Woodwork are Tampinco. Pillow covers from China. Votives with felt Versailles print from Dubai Home Center. Throw, gift from Red. Mahogany Console by Ernesto Sr.

Dry Tongue.

Dry Toungue I & II. December 2004.
Oil and Pencil on Canvass. Wooden clothespins.

"...it was my morning of rain-washed lanes, but I was not about to grab a coat just yet. I held on to pencils and rage inundated my room, much as i loathed cats. Cats in my dreams. I can still taste the bile that I spewed out on the hospital floor, and my stomach still churns as i remember the tubes that woke me. It won't be long now. This fear should be written. I will walk on cleaner ground, and only the taste of air from firetrees shall feed me..."

Inspire.

Centerpiece.
Trash to Chic.
Defining Minimalism.
Or an attempt to.

Red Wine Bottles. Velvet leaf cut- outs from last christmas' poinsettias. Pearl Clippers.

Postcards- Picasso Sketches and Vintage Prints, Pashmina, Prisms, from the TutubiWorks Collection.

mantsa, the series in transit. the podi chairs.

"...rebelliously sullen".








Mantsa I. Mantsa II. 2005.
Mixed media on canvass. Oil. Jusi cut out with embroidery.
Abaca Strings. Wooden clothespins. Old photographs, music sheets.




The side chairs used to be beat- up narra, which the family had for years. I painted them to have an updated look, contrast with the mahogany interiors. I did plan on a distressed finish, sand them lightly as the paint settles, let out the red corners. The flat white satin appealed to me anyhow so it stays for now. I guess i ought to sand them soon as they have their share of grime.




"...and no, this entry is not couple-themed, neither coinciding for this proverbial love-month. I just happen to chronically make, or buy, two of everything".



But then Hugs, and more hugs...

Raph

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Install. Installation.

Mushu. Two-and-a-half. Ten minutes of calm.

Sunflowers.

copious bliss, sixteen moons.
dream. breathe. carve. cradle.

for quelling away the words from the soundtrack of my hours,
because i just ought to listen to heart hums.

and so to dance.










and so to dance...