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Mirror

Finally done, I know!

Now, I don’t know what to do with myself. -_-

I love her blue top. I love her right hand. I love her legs. I love how she’s looking at her lips…or yours?

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful-
The eye of the little god, four cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall. 
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.

Mirror by Sylvia Plath

also posted in my Behance and Facebook :)

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Cricket hums and spider webs

Let’s start off with a new theme, shall we?

Have been terribly busy at work for the first third of the year, which I must say was really rewarding.

Won as Young Philippine delegate for the recent Cannes Lions Festival of Creativity, Design category. My partner and I competed with 16 other young delegates from other countries…and we lost.

Oh well, shit happens. Or should I say, merde se!

Here’s our (winning) local entry and our (losing) Young Lions entry.

Gotta start drawing again!

Or not.

*crickets*

EDIT: Theme still under construction! Cheers!