En vacaciones

If I feel like blogging whilst on vacation, I might be able to detail the phenomenal, life-changing experiences almost everyone in Galleon Trade has experienced this week.

It’s been absolutely, achingly amazing: I’ll tend to the official business of GT on the GT blog, but here at Wofflings, I can blubber on a bit more about how this whole thing has been something of a dream come true, seeing artist-friends from Manila and California mixing it up, sharing work with each other, raising a little hell, and generally just cementing some bonds that were always there, underneath it all.


Maria Taniguchi and Mike Arcega outside of Green Papaya


The two Karlas (Louie and J. Karla Woff), separated at birth at Green Papaya


After the July 26th Green Papaya opening for Galleon Trade


Reanne and Romeo, separated at birth, p II (at the Mag:net Katipunan opening for Galleon Trade on July 28)


Mag:net Katipunan, July 28th


Reanne and Woff, innocent maidens


After the Katips opening, a number of our local artist-friends invited us over to Cubao X (nee Marikina Shoe Expo). Future Prospects, where I showed last summer, has been reincarnated as “Mogwai“, a cool new bar with an upstairs film screening room.




Maria Taniguchi and Woff at Cubao X

The next day, a crew of us rallied, and made it over to the Ayala Museum to check out the phenomenal model ships (and the special “History of the Galleon Trade” site). We were especially fond of the fact that they crown a “Boat of the Week” every 7 days.




Steph and Christine and BOTW


The Ayala Museum has the most fantastic series of dioramas depicting the history of the Philippines in miniature. I’ll post more of these later. It was especially fun going here with three sculptors.

Sunday night was the Salon at the Living Room, hosted by our hero, Carlos Celdran. A number of snacks and beverages were laid out: my contribution was two cans of Cheez Balls (’cause I’m cool like that). FYI, ladies and germs, Planters Cheez Balls are no longer available in the US (further evidence of our crumbling empire): they are, however, still sold overseas under the dubious and presumptuous moniker “Lady Liberty”.


Lady Liberty and Lady Imelda Marcos decoration, BFFs


The salon was well-attended: front left, you can see the wonderful Al Manalo, balikbayan fugitive extraordinaire.


And lastly, after many of the guests (and sadly, after Traders Johanna Poethig and Chris Brown) had slipped away, Syquia resident, photographer Juan Caguicla (white tee at left), took this rock-star photo of those of us still standing. Take that, Vanity Fair.

OK. That’s it for the moment. For what it’s worth, I’m blogging from Boracay Island at the moment, further evidence that borders are collapsing between all of my worlds, willy-nilly. Pirate and I have been catching up on some much-needed rest, and working our way through as many mango shakes as the day will allow. We’re coming back to Manila for one night, to catch the opening of Mawen Ong’s new gallery, MO_space, at The Fort, before scooting back out of town for a few more days. I feel like I’m only beginning to scratch the surface of recounting these Philippines adventures: prepare yourself for more to follow…

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