Here’s one beautiful thing today!
Love rules. Love over rules.
Got this material from my previous Brooklyn Museum visit. Have a lovely day today everyone!
While trying to get ready with my next out-of-the-country adventure, I decided to transfer my recent travel photos to my external drive memory bank. I noticed that there was one place in Washington that I failed to feature in my blog which I deliberately went to so as to experience, smell the area as well as get some awesome photos.
How can I forget the LOVE mural at the Instagram famous Blagden Alley?Or is it my subconscious telling me to temporarily miss it and only be aware again in time for the celebration of Pride Month this June? This unique and eye catching piece of art is by Lisa Marie Thalhammer. It is an LGBT-rainbow colored piece which communicates the simplest yet universal message of inclusivity and acceptance. Whatever it may be, let me then chronicle this little piece of experience that I had when I happen to see this meaningful and awesome street art found at Blagden Alley in Washington DC. At least through this street art, I can really say that I did indeed found LOVE in DC. I hope next time its the one true thing! Hahaha!And by the way, let me have this opportunity to greet everyone a “Happy Pride”!
Pumapag-ibig sa bwan ng Prayd!
I am getting worried because it is already the month of May and I have yet to read and finish one book this year. I have always considered that people who do not read books are of a lesser type of human beings. For me, people’s justification that they are too busy and do not have the time to read a book are living a less meaningful life.
The whole purpose of reading, for me, is not about having to learn more. It is to get in touch with that deep quiet part of myself. My inner temple so to speak. And for me, books don’t only inform or inspire, it is also my form of deep reflection and relaxation.
Thank goodness I received a book yesterday, as gifted to me by my boss. And what is so awesome about it is that it was personally signed by the author himself. And since I am “re-starting” what is further remarkable about it is that it is a one-seating kind of a hardcover.
Let me then formally announce that the first book I have read this year is by a prolific writer, Ambeth Ocampo. It is his latest and is entitled E. Aguilar Cruz: The Writer as Painter. The book impressively examines how the artistic style of E. Aguilar Cruz has evolved.
The book has thankfully brought me to a different realm for it tackles creative virtuosity, visual exquisity and inherent passion towards one’s art. Ocampo’s writing, contemplations and analyses can effectively aid the reader on understanding the realist, impressionist and expressionist works of Aguilar Cruz. He convincingly conveyed that E. Aguilar Cruz is an artist that is a league of his own. And because of the humongous amount of featured photos of E. Aguilar Cruz’s paintings and sketches, the book is actually like a compact and mobile mini-art gallery!
Thanks to this super worthy book, my worry has finally ceased. And I can finally reconsider myself again as a more worthy and well-meaning human being. Next book please….
Kung ayaw mo pa ring mag-basa ng libro, itong blog ko na lang basahin mo. Hihihi!
Every subway station in New York City seem to depict and tell their distinct story. Each station appears to have their own unique and notable personality. One striking subway station that I stumbled upon which I was truly impressed with was the Second Avenue subway station at 72nd Street.
And out of curiosity, I tried reading articles about the remarkable design and artwork of the station. I then found out that the numerous glass mosaic images on the walls of the station were done my artist and photographer Vic Muniz and he appropriately named these works of art as Perfect Strangers.
Perfect Strangers being a public art display can easily be perceived as a celebration of diversity of the people who live and work in any NYC neighborhood. It is also a powerful message to all commuters about the normalcy of life in New York. These mosaics can simply be distinguished as the microcosm of the city which reminds everyone of us that life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.
And it looks like this station has been earning some popularity and a amiaable reputation from people who loves taking photos. It is because I noticed that it was not only me who was there taking photos of those Perfect Strangers on the walls! I’m pretty sure the live breathing strangers would post their photos in their respective Instagram account. My photos however don’t seem to do justice!
Enough with the rumination! Let me just announce that I am so loving this station! The price of the subway fare would be so worth it even if your purpose is to see and check-out the Perfect Strangers!
I fulfilled my personal promise that I would go around Brooklyn in case I would return to New York. Brooklyn was the dynamic and remarkable borough I failed to visit the first time I toured NYC.
One goal out of this fulfilment was to check on the chic and chichi Brooklyn Museum, one of the largest and oldest museums in the United States. But prior to entering the fine-looking museum, one would have to inescapably notice two giant letters. It is unavoidably apparent because the figure is about 8 feet in height, 17 feet wide and it is flamboyantly bright yellow in color.
Entitled “OY/YO” by artist Deborah Kass is a giant pop-art sculpture that is part of the public art display of the Brooklyn Museum. And everybody who got to step into the Brooklyn Museum for the first time, for sure, has a photo with this iconic sculpture. I of course had mine!
Let me then relay my rumination about this piece of art. OY/YO for me presents the onlooker with an abundance of meaning. This seemingly simple yet humongous sculpture can resonate in different languages. It can speak to onlookers may they have differing cultural, linguistic, social and ethnic background.
Spanish speakers for one may read it as “I am” since YO is the Spanish word for I am. But people from Portugal and Brazil may perceive it as saying “Hi” since OY is the Portuguese word for “hi”. While Americans (especially African Americans) may see it differently because YO has evolved as a common and informal salutation among these people. Yes, yes, Yo!
In Somali OY is a word meaning vote! Lithuanians and Yiddish speaking folks on the other hand may regard it as OY since Oy is the word they use for expressing disappointment and annoyance. OY in Armenian, Uzbek and Azerbaijani according to Google translate is the English word for month.
But for me, as a Filipino, OY/YO the sculpture would speak in both ways. It is acceptable in both forms, as Oy and as Yo. Similar to the American salutation, Filipino folks especially the hip-hop and rapper class would also use YO as an informal salutation. It is like saying “Hey” in a friendly manner.
But once upset, irritated and wants to confront someone, Filipinos (may they belong to hip-hop, pop, disco, techno or other freaking genre) would address that someone as OY. Oy is also like saying “Hey” but in an ill-mannered cheeky tone. And once Oy is uttered to you several times by a Filipino in a crude and threatening tone like Oy! Oy! Oy! Oy! Oy! This would mean you must have been caught from some kind of trouble and needs to pay for the repercussions that you seem to have done.
So it is just but fitting for OY/YO to actually be placed and exhibited in NYC, Brooklyn Museum in particular. It is because NYC is considered the cultural melting pot of the planet. Everybody in NYC seem to know and speak a second language. And OY/YO the sculpture can symbolize the multi-linguistic representation of everyone in NYC. I am so fortunate to have bumped into such a vivacious kind of a sculpture.
And if OY/YO would have the opportunity to visit Manila, this sculpture would definitely be a big talk of the town because it has meanings and can definitely resonate something to a Filipino like me.
Yes, yes, yo! Oy, oy, oy!
If I live in Washington D.C. I would have the quadriceps of steel. After just 48 hours in the city, my shapeless flabby thighs were beginning to show signs of muscular definition from all the walking. My friend Jhong who is based in New York was correct when he warned me that being a tourist in Washington D.C. requires tons of walking.
But aside from the corporeal benefit of touring D.C., tourists like me would get to encounter cool contemporary spots that are often snubbed and not featured in typical tour destinations of the state.
One particular dapper of a spot in D.C. is the psychedelic-looking structure called the Blind Whino.
The structure was originally a Baptist Church that served and provided the religious needs of the local community. But a developer bought it out from the Catholic Church and sat for over 2 decades before an artist was commissioned to beautify it and call it the Blind Whino. The former church then was transformed into a superb venue for art performances, exhibits and even social functions.
It was actually some considerable walk from the nearest train station before you can get to the Blind Whino. But all the troubles and pains of walking were all ignored and neglected when I started to marvel at the dazzling colorful structure. Funny because when I tried to enter the main door of the building, I stopped myself from doing/gesturing the sign of the cross when I realized that, yeah, it is no longer a Catholic Church.
And what added up to the already awesome experience was the exhibit that was running during the time of my visit when I entered the Blind Whino. A number of sassy and vibrant painting works by artist Shawn Michelle Perkins were beautifully hanged on the walls.
It was definitely awesome to have discovered the Blind Whino. This type of cool spots definitely makes walking the streets of Washington D.C. all worth it.
Muntik na ko mag-sayn op da kros. Kaloka!
When I was in Washington D.C. I tried searching for the quintessential place, piece or circumstance that I can share in my social media account (particularly in my unpopular Instagram) that would ultimately launch and make it in-style, so-prevalent and too-widespread.
I then found Artechouse. It is some sort of like a seasonal museum and an art pop-up project with huge multiple projectors all over the wall. On the time of my visit, the exhibit’s theme was fittingly about Cherry Blossoms since it is cherry blossoms season in D.C. Artechouse named it “In Peak Bloom”
Here’s what I got and hope you click and check it out!
Artechouse’s stupendous #inpeakbloom exhibit brought something that is difficult to describe. It is some sort of a contemporary art that seem to have been mixed with theater, music, film and technology that is interactive in nature.
Unluckily and as usual, this post only garnered few likes in my Instagram and it didn’t made me popular. Though my Instagram remained unpopular and bleakly received I realize that this failure didn’t made me less of a person. But In Peak Bloom exhibit, I guess brought in me some colorful peace with bundles and bundles of joy and gladness. I was stupendously pleased to have seen and experienced it!
Ang hindi mag-click ng Instagram post ko na yan, Panget! Hahaha!