Archive for December, 2010


Friday, December 31st, 2010

Preface to these 12 posts, here.

Berlin Trip 4: Filipino Convergence! This time, I went up with Prague friend Deeby, partly as sidekick to his swansong trip before his return to the US, mostly as giddy pinay groupie, to see many of my Manila friends (Manuel, MM, Lena, Bea, Poks, Romeo, Gerry) as well as new Manila friends in their Berlin debut at Freies Museum.

I showed up mid-week while they were in the throes of installation mayhem, and helped put up work, which was so lovely for a couple of reasons. 1: For once, I wasn’t installing my own work, and so I had none of the attendant stress/despair but all of the fun, and 2: I hadn’t installed ANY kind of show in well over a year (the other shows I’d been in I wasn’t present for), and I realized how much I’ve really missed installation. (In Berlin, you install with a cold doner durum lying around, instead of a cold burrito, though.) Hung with the Filipinos and Deeby for a few days, met a bunch of great new Berlin and Hamburg folks, and also got to FINALLY reconnect with Urduja and Tristan (whom I clicked with in Manila post-Galleon Trade, 2007): even though they live relatively nearby in in Switzerland, we hadn’t found a way to meet up until our mutual Manila friends gave us the perfect excuse.

installing Bastards of Misrepresentation:

I’m with the band: Poks, Bea, MM, and the show catalog–

The crew, outside Freies:

Romeo. Effin’. Lee.

Urduja and Laure inside Aando Fine Art:


Friday, December 31st, 2010

Preface to these 12 posts, here.

September involved a bit of scrambling to catch up after the August detour, but hey: any month with a rainstorm that ends in a double-rainbow can’t be all bad. I got off work one afternoon, came around the corner to our building, and this presented itself to me.

Towards the end of the month, the P and I decided to take a quick overnight excursion to Czech/German Switzerland: yeah, it’s absolutely nothing like Switzerland, as far as I can tell, but it was still absolutely gorgeous. The Elbe Valley, at the border of Czech and Germany, turns out to be super-easy to get to, and utterly picturesque.


Friday, December 31st, 2010

This was a harder month, for sure. Without going into detail, a family tragedy took the P and I back to the US for a couple of weeks rather abruptly and suddenly. Despite the sad occasion, it was touchingly lovely being back for the first time in a bit, and at the height of a balmy, classic American summer. Cheeseburgers! Root beer floats! Family and friends! And my birthday.


Friday, December 31st, 2010

Preface to these 12 posts, here.

After starting June off still wearing my wool pea coat, July finally brought some sweltering summer weather, just in time for the fun of World Cup football viewing in Old Town Square, and for Worlds Prague 2010 viewing at the legendary, decrepit, Strahov Stadium! Since my Bay Area friends Matt and Arlie are the backbone of World Champions Team Fury, I became something of a Women’s Ultimate groupie for a week or so.

World Ultimate:

World Cup:

And another kind of Ultimate, the amazing Kachna, also came to visit Prague at the end of the month. While we’d met a couple of times through our mutual dear friend Gentlebear, we didn’t know each other super-well. But from the minute I picked him up at the main train station in Prague, right through to the minute we parted ways on Berlin Trip 3 (Art Nerdz Edition), we were thick as thieves. Hours and hours spent wandering and talking about art, community, friendships, and all manner of other subject matter I’d been so hungry for deep conversations around, as well as excessive shutterbugging on both of our behalves, made for an incredibly rich cementing of our friendship.


Thursday, December 30th, 2010

Preface to these 12 posts, here.

June was all about The Wah: best friends when we were fourteen, we had fallen out of touch over the years. Somehow, we’d always remained just within in each others’ orbits, but we didn’t realize how much so until she came to visit.  We had an amazing meeting of the minds on all manner of levels: and it was striking to share all of our parallel moments. Her visit, in the midst of an icky-sticky heat wave, was the perfect excuse to make encore visits to Karlovy Vary and Berlin.

While the Wah was in town, the fierceness that is Rhacel arrived, as well: having never met her in person, but knowing her sister and having many peeps in the great Pinoy art/academic mafia in common, it was an unexpected treat to finally connect, in Prague, of all places. She, The Wah and I traipsed around together a bit, and then she rather kindly widened my circle of friends in Berlin by making a few introductions, so that when The Wah and I went there, we had quite the social whirlwind. I also finally connected with Vanini, another member of the PA/A mafia, in Berlin: somehow, this month, it all started coming together for me in Europe.

Best Day Ever: discovering that my beloved Žižkov TV Tower had reopened, RIGHT after The Wah and I had found matching house dresses in a thrift store:

The Woff, The Wah, The Rha:

Karlovy Vary spas are way more Cuckoo’s Nest than dolphin music:

Thrift store fabulousness in Prenslauerberg, Berlin:

The truly phenomenal first room of the Film Museum in Berlin:


Monday, December 27th, 2010

Preface to these 12 posts, here.

May was more about hosting and roosting, sort of. I was finally something like busy with design and illustration work, but still home alone a lot, which was miserable. But! The great SuperGavazza came to visit for a few days, and then Conn and Anděl miraculously returned to Prague on their round-the-world adventure. Neither visit was well-documented by yours truly, which is why you get Giuseppe’s backside at the Vyšehrad cemetery, and 4 people doing all 4 Chicken “dances” from Arrested Development:

It should be noted that Connal was something of a missionary for the Arrested Development television series when he and Anjel came through in November 2009, and swiftly made converts of us savages. By the time that they returned in May, we were full acolytes. If you’ve not yet heard the gospel (e.g., this photo makes no sense), we can send Connal your way.

On a totally unrelated, un-segueway-able note, another lovely thing in May was a community arts event called Blox, which Pavla invited me to. It was a great little festival situated out in one of Prague’s rougher areas, which incorporated some inventive use of shipping containers as gallery spaces, and arts and crafts activities both inside and outside for the community.

Meanwhile, on the reality front, the graphic design and illustration work had been coming in, but I finally had to come to terms with the fact that both the P and I would go crazy if I continued to be home alone all the time, so at the end of the month, I picked up an extra, exceedingly odd, part-time job. The upshot, despite its craziness? Getting to work in one of the loveliest parts of the city.


Monday, December 27th, 2010

Preface to these 12 posts, here.

Despite the fact that much of my Italian riviera reverie was funded, what little money I had still found a way to disappear there, anyway (shocking, I know!), and I despaired of getting to go anywhere again for awhile. Bu-u-t, it turned out, that the Berlin that I’d avoided for so long because I thought it would be expensive turned out not to be, so the P and I went up there around Easter, where everything I rambled about and documented here finally became irresistibly, accessibly, clear to me for the first time.

(doing my best Travolta strut somewhere in Mitte. Minivans! Shorts with socks! TV Towers! Yeah!)

Meanwhile, back in Prague, the lovely Angela invited the P and I on what was described as an “A Line Pub Crawl”, which was at times more like a scavenger hunt, as certain metro stops on Prague’s A metro line didn’t have anything resembling a pub, so as the night wore on and the crawlers thinned out or became incapacitated, it became more and more difficult to even find a venue. (We joined rather late, so we didn’t get the full brunt of the punishment). I’m not much of a beer drinker, but I do like a nice random adventure, and the evening turned out to be exactly, wonderfully, that. And again: this whole “friends” thing? Having people to do something–anything–with? It’s something to always appreciate. And I appreciate Angela for so many reasons for this. This woman is the consummate hostess/sheep-wrangler: really excellent about inviting, organizing, fun-making in many, many ways.


Monday, December 27th, 2010

Preface to these 12 posts, here.

As with February, March is an already-well-rhapsodized month here on Wofflings, but here are more pics of the things that Italy can do for one’s soul, anyway: as the weather got better and better, the Bogliasco Fellows took more and more excursions, and tried less and less to resist temptation.

(that’s my Bogliasco villa-mate, Doug, expressing how we felt about visiting the town of Camogli.)

San Fruttuoso:


The pleasure of digging into a bathtub of tiramisu, and helping oneself to as much as seems right/obscene:

Inside the mysterious, perfect, Viganotti chocolate shop, in Genoa:

One of my favorite people ever, friend and former Bogliasco Fellow SuperGavazza, comes to visit Bogliasco (and Joy listens):

Happy with the other Fellows:

Sad without the other Fellows (I was the last one to leave, and ate alone on my last night):

It was a pretty rough reentry to Prague after having been in an artist’s fantasyland: given how lovely Prague is, I know what a disgraceful jerk I seem like when I re-read my own whine, but I definitely went through a pretty nasty briar patch, not knowing what to do with myself next, or how to even begin to match the intensity of the highs I felt in Italy. Worry not, gentle readers. Eventually, a Woffle always finds the butter and syrup.


Monday, December 27th, 2010

Well. There’s not a lot to say about February’s highlights that I didn’t already say and show here, but here are a few more photos of my glorious six weeks in Italy, anyway. A couple of days in Milan and Turin to start and finish, with 5 weeks in and around the Liguria Study Center in between.

Standard tourist photos of Milan’s Duomo and Galleria (which is so, like, not, like, that Galleria):

Then on to Bogliasco, Genoa, and more achingly perfect food than I knew what to do with:

To be continued in March.

lookback: january/leden

Monday, December 27th, 2010

The highlight reel begins! My bro (er, sis) The Clam came to Prague! And she, the P and I took the midnight train to Georgia Budapest to ring in 2010. (side note: I’m mildly superstitious about New Years, and prefer to do something and be somewhere that will positively affect the year to come. So: thank you Budapest, for starting 2010 out on a good note.)

Incidentally, bunk bed train cars are really, really fun.

But no! The fun doesn’t stop there. The illustrious Sam Chanse also showed up, and the shenanigans in Prague continued:

Lady Chanse and I shot footage for what we refer to as The Greatest Film Ever, which I have referred to before and have even made a painting about but which remains not quite finished, a year later, although I have full confidence that I will complete it. (Hey, it took Brian Wilson a while to finish SMiLE, too.)

Meanwhile, Chanses trotted off to Berlin while the Clam, the P and I experienced the legendary spa town Karlovy Vary for the first time, where the converging lines continued and then tilted, and where the medicine tastes like Christmas in a bottle:

After starting off the year with houseguests and travel, I was both invigorated and overwhelmed, but it certainly set the pace for the year to come.  2010 was maybe not the most productive year for me professionally, but as far as experiencing and sharing the pleasures of getting to live and travel in Europe, hey: not so bad. At all.