amiel roldan blog

10072011 A lot of people are probably going to be pissed. The blog title started on a different note. I admire very few works and artists. I hate hyping as I believe that better artists and works could stand on their own merits. I rarely take more than necessary for a press release. I rather like taking liberties with the ideas and images with my article though. I am sometimes a bit frank and a little detrimental if I get carried away. But I say what I want to say. If I don't like an exhibit I wouldn't mention it. I don't take detailed pictures much and I just have the layout photo for future references. If I don't like an artist lo behold I get overly creative and critical. I think I could be worse. I am worse. Sometimes it deserves more references. I don't like taking all the fun off an exhibit. I consider an artist taking the risk by presenting his works at a good venue. My documentation is for wetting up the viewers' appetite. It is not meant to take awa

10042011 My grandfather's ancestors hailed from the province of Ilo-ilo a long time ago. It was a time when nights were the blackest and nature provided sustenance to those who toil and take care of her. We were not landed from that part of the family yet those from my father side were from a robust stock. My grandfather Gerardo was eldest of 12 siblings from Cabatuan, Ilo-ilo. The province of Ilo-ilo had many Spanish descendants as well as Chinese immigrants. His father, my great grandfather Jose, died early leaving his mother Maria sole provider for the big family. Grandfather Jose wasn't educated and earned minimally from what he could eke out. So they struggled and had no property of their own. Though their struggles were felt somewhat through early years, the family survived. They had an older soldier son who died during the war early eventually leaving my great grandmother a soldier's pension through her old years. My grandfather Gerardo being the eldest now ha

My Humblest Apologies. Greetings! I would like to create this blog for all my writings, poetries and random thoughts. I wish I had the patience to continue to post, edit and read it my writings. I enjoy writing a lot. I believe that we should continue to improve ourselves for the best. Explore different avenues that we could complement what we like to do. I am proud that I have been able to share my works with other people. I know I missed a lot of spellings. I have quite a long sentence. I don't follow conventional writing. I had hoped I would be much aware of these as I grow into writing. But Alas! I tend to drag and be emotional about accounts. I just want to capture the moment… and when I am done I just don’t have the heart to edit it the same day… I just recently noticed that they are being read and commented upon… My apologies… I have the idea that I would still have time to read it… I would like to share thoughts and in some accounts, I could be brutal, frank

10032011 Last night, I spent the time talking with relatives abroad in ********. Re: It's a god given country anywhere but my country. Ha ha ha ha ha... Hardly any art happens there? Not me. I just want to visit for a day. Is there any artist who wants to go and actually stay there? Nothing much happens there. A cousin recently left to work there cleaning his act. The novelty hasn't worn off yet so everyone is in a chirping mood. It was another of those skype chat topics that end up unexpectedly about the youngest cousin. Me. (Greatest looking and enigmatic dude among the brood). Hey, I am writing this so that stays. That is me. The painter among well accomplished professional farts. It was about mundane things, unimportant, earthly concerns and unchallenging vision. The big question. How one should rethink their priorities, immigrate and get hitched quickly before the juice of your sperm drizzles, dries up and be laid to waste? Hahahahaha. I am 39 and single. Am enjoying sin

A July Thursday at Kulay Diwa *** July 31, 2003 This Thursday talk was a memorable one for me as I was heartened by the small group we had. I was late, arriving at 5 pm with a debate already going on. Jonathan Castro, an artist, who was giving out invitations for his Boston show was on the hot seat. He was adamant about the aesthetics of his invitation wherein he omitted pictures of his work and titled it as 'Collectibles' — a misnomer. To each his own "right?" Yet one still would like to be aware of costs and the right information even in invitation details. It's quite conflicting to be quite purist on concept alone. It developed a lighthearted discussion for a time but was redirected to a much important one when everyone settled down. We really are blessed to have gatherings and discussions yet we should all take advantage of this bounty to the fullest. It really is not permanent. We must all strive to be stable independently as soon as we can as we have a gr

Another home... Colon District August 4, 2008, 7:22 pm I wondered for a time how it would feel to stay at a boarding house and live a life of separation from family for most of the year... A student life ... It's quite late for me but maybe I could just have a brief encounter with the lifestyle...I had a very good life, I guess, so wondering didn't materialize that soon... But I kept on thinking how it would be... until a year after I came to Cebu City to finally live on my own... I wanted to be away from my family early on... but I guess I never had the guts before... Dried fish permeates the air, jitney and bus pollution, sweat and rotting food occasionally mingles... You could get run over by speeding cars and faint of heatstroke... Natives from the provinces come here to beg for money and food here in this part of the city … Calamity struck provinces brings a steady migration of people thrust in the city life… People out to con and cause mischiefs are also rampant… Ven