tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069885321069568061.post7121737498224550904..comments2024-01-14T00:34:03.084+07:00Comments on VISUAL VISCERA: AN AFTERNOON WITH MY BROTHERpalma tayonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03536900691140986421noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069885321069568061.post-64816890422120557552009-02-13T05:13:00.000+07:002009-02-13T05:13:00.000+07:00@ eric: there are only a few illustrator's sites i...@ eric: there are only a few illustrator's sites i find myself going back to again and again to check out and be awed, and yours is one of them. you've got humor, and an easy air about your works and i simply love it. :-) i guess that's something innate in people who are close to children and their own inner child. <BR/><BR/>thank you for visiting here too. i appreciate it a lot.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069885321069568061.post-81727474908250849712009-02-13T02:36:00.000+07:002009-02-13T02:36:00.000+07:00These are awesome! Really like how you combined yo...These are awesome! Really like how you combined your line work with single tints. <BR/><BR/>Love reading your commentary, too. Your work is brilliant, my friend. Thanks for your visit on my blog-- I love and respect your work so your comments mean a great deal.Eric Barclayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12640302773426121896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069885321069568061.post-40676550376451768062009-02-09T19:33:00.000+07:002009-02-09T19:33:00.000+07:00@ bella: yes, i do. i remember how it felt when i ...@ bella: yes, i do. i remember how it felt when i was suckling from her breast. i also remember a particular instance when an old woman was reaching into my crib. i could see my small hand trying to grasp the old woman's "stampita" (it's a picture of a saint or the Holy Mother worn around the neck) that was dangling from her neck. i remember an old rubber doll of a football player beside me in Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069885321069568061.post-39043768018654926332009-02-09T07:29:00.000+07:002009-02-09T07:29:00.000+07:00Oh, I love your illustration. The composition of ...Oh, I love your illustration. The composition of mother and child is tender and beautiful. They fit like puzzle pieces.<BR/><BR/>You're a wonderful painter, not only with colors and lines, but with words as well. I can just visualize this little moment with your brother and Zach. It's sweet that you remember these snippets of time, turning something seemingly mundane into a great story. <BR/Bella Sinclairhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02139728758198482234noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069885321069568061.post-13694392986226156432009-02-08T20:18:00.000+07:002009-02-08T20:18:00.000+07:00@ luna: oh yeah! lol, those "tele-novela" moments ...@ luna: oh yeah! lol, those "tele-novela" moments beside the faucet. i too, as a child, had those uber-dramatic spiels. now that i am an adult and would remember those "the world is against me" blah-blah's... i laugh. we all have a flair for drama when we're children.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069885321069568061.post-32712587065801322202009-02-08T11:47:00.000+07:002009-02-08T11:47:00.000+07:00i smiled while reading your story. i have similar ...i smiled while reading your story. i have similar conversations with my brother and sister. i can even remember the morning when my 7-year old cousin wet the bed and our aunt made him wash the blanket. we found him sobbing while washing the huge blanket, and we called him "pangsot" since that day.:DAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10970334007479646177noreply@blogger.com