Be Here Now - Blog Posts

In order to see things clearly, you must let go of resentment.

What makes you powerful is not the weight you carry but the heart you bring to what matters.

Allow the pain in your letdowns to guide you to the future.

Existing through the lens of experience transforms life into something truly beautiful.

The contentment in solitude is not the absence of a life, but the presence of oneself.

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once ago

black sharpie in my moleskine

Hollywood, 2017

I drew this at work between clients.

Kendrick Lamar - LOVE (feat. Zacari)

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drawing

pencil drawings, Calbayog City, 2024/25

I try to draw a little bit every day. It's good for the soul. And it's free.

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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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Dream river and moon

Colored pencil and pen

Los Angeles 2018

When the mind dreams it is at play.

There is an appeal to illustration that transcends subject. My art is a reflection of nature. My art is my dream.

Somewhere, even in deconstruction, there is a promise of reconstruction. My art is my reminder.

My art is my ouija board.

Dream river blue moon

colored pencil

Los Angeles 2019

Dream river no moon

Colored pencil and pen

Los Angeles 2018

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colored pencil & pen, Los Angeles 2016

I'm a big admirer of Paul Klee.

I don't think Klee ever used this motif but as I drew this I was thinking about him.

Embrionic Journey - Jorma Kaukonen (Jefferson Airplane)

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pencil drawing in my Moleskin

Calbayog City 2024

We are reborn in our children.

pencil drawing in my Moleskine

Calbayog City 2024

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