Unmasked in Color
There are versions of us the world finds easier to accept. Clean lines, readable shapes, fixed forms, a single color held long enough to be understood. We learn early how to present those versions. How to stay consistent. How to be legible.
But identity was never meant to be a straight line.
Unmasked in Color started as a thought born in the Year of the Horse, then grew into a study of light. First in sunsets, then in the electric pulse of the city at night. Different sources, the same pull: how light reveals and distorts, how it moves across a surface and changes what we think we see. Somewhere in that curiosity, the work turned inward. Light stopped being something I was observing and became a language for self.
Beneath Manila’s Burning Sky
Sunsets. Hmmm… The sky doesn’t wait. It rushes, spills, erupts into color.
It holds everything first: light, heat, tension. Until it can no longer stay undefined.
Manila sunsets aren’t soft. They burn. Just as vivid as the ones in the islands, if you take the time to really see them.
Where Capacity Becomes Direction
Movement ceased to be an escape a long time ago. It stopped about being chosen or proving. Only… flow on a clean slate. Moving like it’s going to fall into place every time. And no matter what.
Green against yellow- vivid. It’s growth beside discernment, alive without urgency, tension without conflict, which is important. Two things that don’t cancel each other out.
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