Reading Tea Leaves

America - Ray Charles

Oh beautiful for heros proved,

in liberating strife.

Who more than self their country loved,

and mercy more than life.

America,

America,

May God thy gold refine.

Til all success be nobleness

And every gain devine.

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Youth and innocence

pencil drawing

Culver City 1977

This is an old one. 1977.

I can still remember drawing it. I was living at the time, with someone special, in an apartment in Culver City, with a big double bed. When she came home that night she loved it.

I stlll have this drawing tucked away in one of my drawers.

And I still have my memories tucked away in my mind.

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Steve's mother

Ballpoint pen and red pencil

Calbayog City 2024

This drawing... I don't know.

But first off, I'm not Steve.

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Youth and innocence

pencil drawing

Culver City 1977

This is an old one. 1977.

I can still remember drawing it. I was living at the time, with someone special, in an apartment in Culver City, with a big double bed. When she came home that night she loved it.

I stlll have this drawing tucked away in one of my drawers.

And I still have my memories tucked away in my mind.

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Estas Tonne - Internal Flight

pencil and watercolor on paper

Calbayog City 2024

New piece. Today.

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Candy says - The Velvet Underground

pen and ink

Calbayog City 2024

Somewhere between right and wrong there exists a sweet spot.

Candy Says.

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We, in this imminent fall, still dream

ballpoint pen and alcohol

Calbayog City 2024

Today's drawing

Cigarettes after sex - Opera House

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Space Oddity

DAVID BOWIE

Live at the Ivor Novella Awards, London, 1970

David Bowie

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R.E.M. -Losing My Religion

I freaking love this song.

Life is bigger

pencil drawing

Calbayog City 2024

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Like a Stone

AUDIOSLAVE

The past and the future don't exist. They literally don't exist.

What does exist is this thin sliver of a moment that we call now. Just now, wedged between a past and a future that aren't even real. I know this. I know this..

But tell me, why is the past so real in my dreams?

I woke up. Outside in the distance I heard roosters crowin̈g, and I remembered where I was. I felt my dreams vanishing into nowhere. Kind mercy.

Dim morning light gently poured in through the curtains casting gray shadows across our bed. I stretched out my legs and gave my entire body a deep stretch, squeezing out the last of the demons. I looked up at the clock. 5 am.

We sleep together on a huge bed. My wife and myself with our two young kids nestled in between us. Piled together. Filipino style.

I quietly made my way over to my wife's side of the bed and climbed in with her.

Early morning is our time.

Time is real. I know it is. But it plays with me.

Time is something that happens on the outside but on the inside. inside our minds, there is no time. On the inside there is only now.

Now, is eternity.

It's all we know.

Wedged in between a past and a future that aren't even real.

Calbayog City 2024

pencil drawing in my moleskine

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