Showing posts with label mask. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mask. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Artworks (3)

Shadow of the Night
He has outsoared the shadow of our night; envy and calumny and hate and pain, and that unrest which men miscall delight, can touch him not and torture not again; from the contagion of the world's slow stain, he is secure.  

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All that we are is the result of what we have thought. If a man speaks or acts with an evil thought, pain follows him. If a man speaks or acts with a pure thought, happiness follows him, like a shadow that never leaves him.


Ink Blot
 Inking without a plan gives Booth freedom to explore the desires of those seated in his chair, he says, to feed off their energy, allowing his clients' demons to help guide the needle.  ~Joshua Lipton, about tattoo artist Paul Booth, "Bad Skin," Rolling Stone, 28 March 2002

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Ink to paper is thoughtful
Ink to flesh, hard-core.
If Shakespeare were a tattooist
We'd appreciate body art more.
~Carrie Latet
 

Volcano
First of all, there was a volcano of words, an eruption of words that Shakespeare had never used before that had never been used in the English language before. It's astonishing. It pours out of him.
 
 
Mask
Because the mask is your face, the face is a mask, so I'm thinking of the face as a mask because of the way I see faces is coming from an African vision of the mask which is the thing that we carry around with us, it is our presentation, it's our front, it's our face.
 
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Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.
 
 
 
 

Monday, March 8, 2010

Maskara

Sa likod ng bawat ngiti, nagkukubli ang lungkot;
Sa bawat halakhak, katumbas ay pait;
Sa bawat galak ay puno ng pagpipighati.

Masayahin daw ako, masarap kasama
Napapawi kanilang lumbay kapag ako’y kausap na
Walang patay na sandali, lahat ay sumasaya
Mula sa umaga, sa hapon, sa gabi hanggang sa mag paalam na

At sa aking pag-iisa, napapawi ang saya
Tunay na damdamin ang siyang makakasama
Nagtatagong lungkot, iiral pagdaka
Itago mang pilit – siya paring aalma

Hanggang kalian ako magtatago sa likod ng mascara?
Hanggang kalian ko itatago ang lumbay sa aking puso?
Kailan ako ngingiti ng wagas at tunay?
Kailan ako magiging tunay na masaya?

Hangga’t may mga taong mapagkunwari;
Hangga’t may mga taong mapagbalatkayo;
Hangga’t may mga taong mapanghusga;
Hangga’t may mga taong mapanglibak...

Hangga”t….

Unti-unti kong huhubarin ang maskarang bumibihis sa akin
Unti-unti kong buburahin ang lungkot sa aking puso
At pag naghilom na, hindi ko na kailangang magtago pa.
Haharap akong sa inyong lahat na may buong galak, tuwa at saya.
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