the project i've talked about
earlier is now ready to be revealed. in pictorial format. yes, i've been posting a lot of visual journeys lately. it's not because i'm too lazy to write, ok fine maybe i am a bit, but actually it's easier to explain using photos rather just using incoherent words strung together to make make sense of what is not making a lot of sense.
see what i mean?
oh, and also because i think that my picture-taking has improved considerably. (still not good enough, but at least better than those i've taken back when ISO 400 film was considered hi-tech).
anyway, this project revolves around this particular banal and empty wall on our stairway, which desperately screams at me to splash some creative juices on it every time i walk up and down the house.

so i figured, since we've got a lot of pictures unprinted, unframed and unhung, and ever since we've finished with the 2nd phase renovation a couple of years ago, there's no family portraits on any of the many walls in our home except for a couple of our baby pictures ... thus, i figured, this wall needs some family portraits. so i sketched the layout a bit, trying to pacify all the visuals and ideas that are roaming around aimlessly in my soup brain on a piece of paper. i did this during one of the brainstorming sessions at work, to stay awake.

and then comes the hard and most expensive part. the choosing and printing of the photos. i've had like a gillion random-sized boxes drawn in the initial layout, but i only had enough money to print a dozen. it's the gigantus size of the photos and the texture matte lamination that cost me a hand, a foot and 1/2 a foot of my lower intestine. the biggest ones are the picture of mom & dad (24" x 12.5") and the picture of the 3 of us (16"x16").

by the power of greyskull, my genius brothers proposed that i use polystyrenes as my frame. at different depths so that i have a varying degree of dimensions and dynamics. (words were purposely used out of context for geek effect)


i painted the sides of the frame with black pelaka (pelaka, for ye non art students, is basically the expensive version of the buncho poster colour we used to use in school), an event that's brought me back to 1997 during my first year of art school when my first presumption of graphic art was doodles and scribbles and fancy handwritings and was terribly clumsy with the brush.
and then it's the mounting on the wall, which, without help from my mother and her sound measuring and calculating proficiency, i'd have a really careless, haphazard mush of random pictures arranged like it seemed to have been inspired by the stretch marks on my thigh.


we still have a few more pictures to be printed, which will have to wait till the next payday. the beauty of this wall is that it's an ever growing, expandable project. well, at least until we run out of wall.