Marrz Capanang: From Calaparan, the Communities and to Realms of Consciousness
When I first met Marrz, he was gazing out from the bus window looking very sleepy and tired. It was in July of 2012 when I launched a collaboration project with Barotac Viejo National High School, my Alma Mater – every Wednesday, a group of local artists I invited would take over a class to.. Read more
Eating Zen: Ibos and The Modern Struggle
Where Maria lives, the crickets fill the surroundings with full, delightful sounds every four in the afternoon. Where Maria lives, the kitchen is made of wood, soil, dust, fire, old silverwares, soot, and decades. Where Maria lives, there is this crisp October air from the trees which she and her husband have planted. Maria of.. Read more
Baylehan in My Mind
Nobody danced alone. The only compasses we had in those evenings: the distant sound of the live ‘combo’ and the light-giving of the moon. I remember how
