on being an artist

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โ€œ๐’๐จ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฒ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฌโ€“๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง?โ€“๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ ๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐๐ž๐š๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ฌ, ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐ž๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ž๐, ๐ฒ๐ž๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ซ ๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ง๐ฌ.โ€

โ€” ๐ƒ๐„๐€๐ƒ ๐’๐“๐€๐‘๐’, ๐๐š๐ณ ๐Œ๐š๐ซ๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ณ ๐๐ž๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐ณ

โ€” my retaliation was unearthed from the avidity of the ones before me: the heroes of the streets, the ones who struggled with the oppressed, and the ones who decapitated and disarmed the selfish and the apathetic. i prehend their light and beseech for their weaponry of nationalism and profound love for the Filipino people. may they rest in peace as the youth come in solidarity against the contemporary societal ills.

๐–๐‡๐€๐“ ๐ˆ ๐‹๐„๐€๐‘๐๐„๐ƒ ๐€๐’ ๐€๐ ๐€๐‘๐“๐ˆ๐’๐“

๐Ÿ. ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐›๐š๐ ๐š๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ. i don't believe in one, but if they exist, this god must really be bad at measurements for how they have failed to make identical bodies, so people could have seen others as equal. but as i learned sketching people's faces, i realized how beauty standards have been deeply rooted in my cognition: deep eyes and nicely curled lashes, perfectly carved out eyebrows, pointed nose and correctly placed highlights, and a thin pair of lips. but as i looked at the faces of many, of the masses, of the common people, i realized how the concept of beauty materialised into something which profits from the people who have succumbed to it and that some of the most beautiful hearts barely looked like the ones i drew. i realized how capitalism enslaved our own perceptions of ourselves, which, in effect, have instilled elitist and classist perspectives among us.

๐Ÿ. ๐ฉ๐š๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐ž๐๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ. sometimes, the streets need it the most. the tireless highways and the vulcanizing shops paraded along it. the minimum wage earners. we inculcate them to the misinformed and the ones who chose to look away. however, i cannot speak in the language of the privileged and speak for the masses. i learned the importance of mediumโ€”of representation, of culture, of what can be most understood rather than pure intellectual masturbation.

๐Ÿ‘. ๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ, ๐š๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ, ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐š๐ง ๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ-๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐ง ๐š๐ซ๐ญ, ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐š๐ง ๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐š๐ค๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ž๐จ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ ๐›๐ž๐ฒ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐š๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐œ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ฏ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ; it is a protest, a prerequisite for a revolution, an instrumentality for national consciousness. besides, art is politicalโ€”it is determined in its context; it doesn't exist in a vacuum. it reflects idealogies and materializes belief systems in a certain political and social atmosphere. whoever sees art for art itself is an audience, but the one who sees art beyond the dimensions of the canvas is a critic.

โ€” like julia salas to alfredo salazar, like a dead star to an old traveller, i walk along the path paved by our unsung heroes, the ones the books barely talked about, the ones buried in deep slumber. ๐™ž ๐™จ๐™š๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™จ๐™š ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ฆ๐™ช๐™–๐™ก๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™š๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ง๐™ค๐™ช๐™œ๐™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ ๐™š๐™ข๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™™ ๐™—๐™ฎ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™จ๐™š ๐™™๐™š๐™–๐™™ ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ง๐™จ ๐™ฌ๐™๐™ค๐™จ๐™š ๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ข๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ฉ ๐™๐™–๐™ซ๐™š ๐™–๐™ฌ๐™ค๐™ ๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ข๐™ฎ ๐™ฅ๐™–๐™จ๐™จ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ง๐™™๐™จ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™›๐™ค๐™ง ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ฅ๐™š๐™ค๐™ฅ๐™ก๐™š.

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I wonder whay anyone would downvote this. It's a beautiful piece

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: (( thank you!!

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Why the sad face?

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because someone downvoted it : (

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