Text reads: This rice cake - Puto Manapla - gave me a sense of home or of making one, when we first moved to Bacolod many years back. And then yesterday, there it was again, somehow helping me make sense of home this time around. The universe tells us its secrets through the little things.
I love books. If for all my birthdays and holidays, I got lovely books, then I’d be all set. I wouldn’t even mind an Amazon gift card. Or I suppose a Fully Booked gift card. Anyway, the point of this post is really the painting/sketch/comic up there. The whole point of me doing gouache was to work faster and to experiment with comics and to be more loose with the paint. But me being me, I box myself inside my own expectations and become rigid and too much of a perfectionist (but what is perfection anyway???), and I start falling into the same old trap I’ve made for myself since childhood. And something’s gotta give. Long rant cut short, here is my post for today. I kinda like it, and that’s that.