Hukay-dat-Baul pt. 3

JOHN, ink on paper

1998.

Tronco Advertising days. 


Doodles and sketches were legal during office hours. 

Good material and supplies were within reach.


Good ole boarding house days.

EAT/SLEEP, ink on paper

My room mate John was sleeping. In this pre-digicam/ SLR era, all you need is paper and a pencil.


Our communal area was the bed of our friend Darryl. His bed was slept on, converted into a dining table, a pantry, a work area, and a drying area for Leonardo's silk screened shirts. 

Poor bed. Poorer Darryl.


Talks of a collective group show among the staff were always in circulation.

It remained in circulation,  and to this day, remains as simply talk. 

See The Line Walk

It is said that drawing is taking a line for a walk. If so, you'll be amazed how far it travels in the hands of this self taught, talented woman.

Hasale Mañoso Jayme doesn’t use a pantograph ,  a triangular scale, or draws graphs on her reference shots. Just four things: a pair of eyes, glasses, her hands and a pencil. She looks at the subject, draws freehand, and with the simplest materials, manages to come up with these stunning pieces.

Easy? No. Brilliant? Absolutely.

 This 70 year old lady simply inspires the pursuit of innate gifts bestowed by the Creator. The life in her works undeniably spring from the hopeful life she lives: surviving breast cancer, widowhood, and the rough and tumble of life in God's great grace. She is my aunt, my mother's sister. 

 

 

Almost everyone wants to be famous for five minutes and will fight for one shot at any opportunity that bears the title "Got Talent". 

With Hasale, there is no need for such.

All the love.