PASTEL SERIES

"Eyes Should Go"

Artist: francorigor
:0n board - Oil Pastel
May 29 2012

"It may seem so fine yet a single string is only intertwine" - francorigor

I Can See Clearly:The Eulogy

         Listening to Athlete's black swan got me crawling down on my sensitive side and hit my emotion big time. The singer/songwriter Joel Pott dedicate this song to his late grandfather in which i imagine also singing this song to my late grandfather. Losing someone who has been so special in your life, who has been so kind, who has been there for u is like the most greatest unfair reality treatment of life. A traumatic scene. We can't do anything about these uncertain things, these are all part of our lives connected in random circumstances which you never wish to happen of course, part of which life's inconvenient truth. We are all vulnerable, we are all candidates and nobody is granted with immunity. Some people can handle it thus for others often leaves a traumatic experience and having a hard time moving on. My Grandfather was about to celebrate his 90th birthday a month before he passed away. He served as a local (Barangay) council official several years and quite gain the respect to many people. A little too far away from their home, mother could only take us to their house several times every month. Few of stories i can tell about his younger years but unequivocally can i say his a good guy, a good person, a good friend. Someone whom you can share your jokes and laughter whenever your around. Some of what i remember; Few times he was bought to the hospital because of his heart. His heart started to weaken due to his age and before that i can tell you he's still firing up some cigarettes. A cigarette brand named "Champion" was his brand and later switch to "Fortune" (cigarette talks). Some part of his body also started  relapsing. His left eyelid fold started to close by itself, maybe because of his age some muscles or nerve did stop functioning though both of his eyes were still good. He would sometime make fun of by lifting it with his thumb and index finger and at the same time while twitching it he would say ("MANAKIT YA PA NAMAN") means "i can still see".
-I told him before i went here in uae that "i did some portrait drawings of you", and he just smile and laugh like appreciating. Before i leave Philippines i gave him my work, put it in a frame, signed in and placed the date. What really caught his attention while staring at my drawing was his left eye, first he ask me ("IKA BA ING GINAWA KETI?") means" are you the one who made this?, then i answered ("OPO YAKU PO") yes i did, then he said ("IKA PALA ING GINAWA OT ALI ME PA SELESE ITANG MATA KU ADYANG KING LITRATU MU") means "Your the one who made this but why didn't you try fixing the eyes? so that it'll look good, even in pictures only?", it was a laughing moment for us.

-I told him that i'm gonna miss him and that we'll see again after two years and that you always stay strong which i know he is, Before i leave i gently embrace him once again in his bamboo chair with his back quite on a stooped  position, whispering ("PASIKAN KAYU HA") means Be Strong - Neither that i thought, it was our last conversation, it was the last embrace, It was the last encounter. It was the last moment we were together, barely It was the last of the last.

It was one of the most inconsolable morning call from my mom as she grieves telling me that, "he just passed away". Knowing the chance and probabilities of attending his funeral is too low. Our distance kept us back down on our feet lamented and dismay.

We will always remember you apo (lolo), you will always live inside us your grandsons and daughters. Our Mentor, Our Counselor. Yezzer Your Definitely a miss. 

WORK KID!

       Mistakes are inevitable whilst sometimes you are already doing good things but others aren't aware of or maybe no one is. It was one hell of a busy office week for me, Stress is just around the bend. We have taken numbers of orders for production while in the other hand we only have one machine and one men, luckily that is me, yes it is. Several productions were finished on time while the rest is still on pensile working its way to the production table. I don't know maybe i'm just a little too racist working with these specific "peoplessss". It always feels like your in a crowded train and definitely cannot fall. But i did, i fell, i made mistakes, i'm not perfect, i'm not the machine and definitely i am not a machine. If you could criticize the work quality beyond any doubts i can say its a two thumbs up, well that's for me. But the thing is i had and did made mistakes, to rephrase, and that single mistake is enough to preempt and make things quite too lethal confound ,acknowledging numerous inputs of brain stellars and stumbled jargons. How come a false action be easily recognize compare to a good deed? If your doing good no one could even remember or appreciate you? But if you stumble upon a single mistake its a blah blah blah blah blah wooooooooooooooooooords.
        
       How do i think of things like these?  Am i crazy enough to think and react like these? I thought mistakes are inevitable? Thus can i say that making a mistake is absolutely fine and the word sorry can do its work? Or maybe i am a sensitive jerk that all things does matter to me or maybe a complicated douchebag. Maybe i am afraid to make the same mistake twice? Or rather just simply learn from this mistakes. Learning is free and if sorry is abundantly rich and profuse with convalescent power against each mistakes i guess learning wont be that hard. From this we should always learn, learn learn learn and learn i think its only the best way to handle mistakes and prove you really exist in these axis of life. Just learn.

EXISTENTIALISM

       We are what we can become. Ours is a process, and our becoming is our ontic possibility of becoming. Human existence is a project, in which past and present are subordinate to future, is the main residence of our existence, because it is the north of our projection of ourselves. “Human existence cannot have a relationship with being unless it remains in the midst of nothingness.”  (M. Heidegger)

"SOMETIMES" as in "SOMETIMES" its better to feel or be dead for a while to realize that you are really breathing. (F. Rigor)

Can u Fly

in silence we speak
in darkness i weap
plunge into your sorrows
of morning tears i borrow


artist: f rigor
plain sketch on white paper
April172012

PASTEL SERIES

"off to the moons surface, borrows the naked eye so helpless"
Artist: francorigor
-on board oil pastel
March 2012


...let me know what spring is like on jupiter and mars,
in other words hold my hand"

PASTEL SERIES

"Mushroomwaves"
*on board oil pastel
Artist :francorigor
March 2012

Mushrooms that glooms,
Wave like toons,
Sunny and bright,
on Glimmering skylights

kulayan

       Out from my usual sketch and my daily dose of monotonous drapes of swirling floral vector intakes @ the office - i need some colors in my eyes. So i bought myself some colored pencil and here's what i got -

Cyber Actioning

           Friendster, yes it’s my first word.

From the era of the ever growing Online Social Interaction (OSI), Friendster quickly sought a place to establish on the web. Founded March 2002, supposedly it was really meant for online dating. – Trivial; Enough, Well apparently it is one of the big hits in Social Networking, as for me, because it’s one of the reason why OSI of today is not only famous but becoming vigorously part of our daily lifestyle. The convenience of interacting with family, friends and colleagues, long lost friends, friends that are far away from home or rooms away, maybe some famous celebrities or icons. These are all people who just simply sign up and create their account of course and start to interact socially, “the internet style”, or virtually. It became a fad, or a conventional lifestyle, you’re not filling the trend if you do not know these kinds of stuff nowadays and one thing, some would consider you a bum or a two toned vagabond, maybe? Naah It is the kind of labeling you get for not being in line on the trend (crazy people). So in other words you’ve got to have one, it’s mandatory, you don’t want to be labeled, right?

           Facebook - Yes, Facebook is here, facebook is there, facebook is in your laptop, computers, tablets, mobiles. facebook knows the world, facebook has all the information, facebook is in your hands, facebook is in your pocket. Trivia: Launched in February 2004, founded by Mark Zuckerburg as we all know it. The membership was limited only for Harvard students and was then expanded to other universities in the U.S and look how it is growing today. Facebook or is it worthy calling it the Primal God of social networking, as of now or an innovated socio-public web masterpiece made to perfection? - is growing into the lives of many. It is setting its standard, it is being used on a daily basis, it moves people, it generates a lifestyle, moods or anything or everything. Double the convenience, take the word “instant” and change it to “online” pfff whoalla. Post a picture, post your status, post anything, like it, leave a comment, share it blah blah blah in short it gives the perfect definition for (OSI) Online Social Interaction or Mark Zuckerberg is filthy rich.

            On my core “perspective”, Social Networking is not that bad and it’s not that good either. This is where the action comes, when some unusual or bad habits are happening. When the tipping point of irritation reached a defying scale, when internet bullying is there, when words are starting to hurt you, or when you encounter words that you are not suppose to be reading nonetheless but of course we have eyes and we know how to read, right, or when a person wrote some harsh or expletive words while covertly pertaining to someone without mentioning their names of course in which the writer is aware of obviously, obliquely pointing their fingers in the air (people fix yourselves!), or maybe sharing what you feel right now if you’re happy or sad as the rich people. For the hopeless romantic, in-love people - where you can get your daily dose of love facts. Quote people - where you can fill your daily needs of inspirations, the religious people – where you’ll be guided. Chain pictures, chain letters, fast food chains some none-sense chains where you will be force to like it or share it because the picture said so or sometimes the picture is saying that something bad will happen to you or curse you if you don’t share it or like it  or the other way around! @&*^watdaf!. Anyway, moving on, according to this website http://www.themarysue.com/facebook-makes-people-sad/ (Thank you) I bet some of you won’t agree with this or won’t even bother reading this, considering you’re an avid, addicted, Facebook user.

           Twitter - enough of the trivia alright – third amongst of what I so called Social Gremlin Berserkers, twitter is “wordy” of them all. Here you’ll get to read only post or descriptions or whatever the user would post or link. It is literally literal (???) and not only that, your post are limited in 140 characters, so basically here, the definition for your post are peerlessly described in 140 characters, Topping it up – think before you right (Now pictures can be uploaded too).

          Nitty-gritty; Substantial to this is be responsible. Remember that the way you pronounce or approach a word is absolutely different from the other, which could “possibly” cause a scrambling definition to your writings or post. Be aware, be more conscious. Aside, there will always be tip-top, up to snuff and cons in mingling with these social hobbits. It’s all up to you anyway.

     2012 The Blog for the End of the World?  isn't  that too absurd? Michael Stipe of R.E.M  was already singing his song "its the end of the world as we know it", 80's circa and yet, (i feel fine). In rhetorical with this make belief of a whole subliminal awkward stereotyped consciousness, people from all around the corner of these sphere were leaving in (imagine a sphere could have corners too) are racing to constantly blind date the end of the world. You could be one of them Scientist, taxi drivers, balut vendors, Physicist, Madam Auring, Astrologers, Dermatologist, Manny Pacquiao, Soroptimist, Barbero, Transvestite Gender-Bender, PRO-gun, PRO-baby or even the mighty Google who can give "some" adequate, straight through, addicted, highly-alcoholic influenced or vague results. God, Even these people never ends. Well its primarily just a fad, and its not a part of this teenage-angst brigade anymore as Daniel Johns would say. Its no more of the fancy era of the Jackson 5 learning to sing, or as the Beatles as four young individuals racing to become beatle Gods of the band scene. ITS JUST NOT! 

    Alright though, moving on. 2011 was my year of preparation. You have to face it come on now, we're not getting ferkin younger anymore, all this hoolla ballu of happenings are such in a rush occurring effortlessly  on a fast period of time without even wondering or even thinking cheaply of your so called, yes, "FUTURE". If there is what we call "FUTURE", why does everybody wants the exact date for the end of the world or excitedly waiting for a clue when will this happen, like "poke me when you know it already". Are you excited? well yes, how could you not be so excited to know the end of the world, when you can prepare for it, maybe make the last thing you ever want here on earth, or ironically create a shelter if the sun would hit, or do some panic buying or watch the last full show of Twilight or if your too bitterly sure it will happen maybe try killing yourself your style or make all the necessary phone calls to your loved ones. The question is are you prepared if ever this "casted" spell of summon awakening on an infinite probability ratio happens? (HAHAHA) Well, base on the way i am writing these right now, maybe i am one of them people who knows when the world will end, syke*. Hell no!. Just an advice, try to minimize or back off a little on your social gremlins interactions (Facebook, Tumblr, Twitter) and find out to yourself not on the internet, try to find it outside your comfort zone, or even outside your room or in front of your house by merely standing there maybe you'll see the real meaning of this prenominal "End of the World" halo. There is something more to these, something more interesting, something more happy, something more rich, something more lovely, something that is more meaningful and worthy and as a human of course we're capable of doing all this together at the same time on a single mind,single body at the same time. And that's what makes us human.

-So in this new year, act more, love more, be more happy, healthy more, do good, help more, work more, pray more, skype more and less talk ,less sins, less mistakes, less facebook, less twitter. Just don't cut my internet supply alright.-All of this ravish randomness are taking me back to my wonder years, or may i call it the year of the preliminary existence of fortuitous events. Sounds fun right?

Bottomline? Happy new year.

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"Exclusionary"
 fruArtist: francospasyo












"Obsession is not a fuckin virtue,
                      Deprivation is highly" - francospasyo

what else?

Sprinkling wonders of thoughts surrounds me

Like a new tattoo

Fickle fuddled eye confuse me

Like a new tattoo

A limbo of flash glimpse memory flux

Like a new tattoo         

Keep’s on popping like a sub-sequential massacre
Like a new tattoo

The air in the abyss is surfacing

Like a new tattoo

Quiet! You can hear the ground breathing

Like a new tattoo

These are my outlets

Like a new tattoo

Permanent and won’t leave me

Like a new tattoo

vignette's delight

"an eye that forms in vividness

      catch a blink of wickedness"                                                                                                            

 

Strong all along

 "Happy alone, strong all along"
   artist: frigor
   September 5 2011
 

what is this?

whats for you today?
When i was this stereotypical,backyard junkie, not thinking of the future person, i
never wonder nor even come up to an idea or ask myself, what's in store for me
today? why? Because simply i am already surviving.You get what you want, you do
what you want. It's a no holds bar type of game or to make it short you have your
own FREEDOM. Who wouldn't want to live on a place where the grass is green and the
gates are shining? where the beach is waving and the sun is smiling? Where food is
abundant and friends are sharing. It is an everyday FIESTA (FEAST). But the
inquisitive part happen when people start leaving. The day will still end. It's a cycle. But
 still, WHY ARE YOU NOT ASKING, what is in store for me today?
Satiated by the cycle maybe you'll start asking. There is NO satisfaction for human
beings. Sooner or later we will be craving for something, maybe someone or anything,

considering you already have both of things and social needs

I guess its permanent, part of like a human bonding. We never really run out of ideas
or words, actions rather. We are ultimately infinite in every aspects and situations. But
why do we come up with too much problems and conflicts with our own counterpart If
we are really infinite in such ways?
       Now you are starting to ask questions.
The mere fact that you started asking something, makes you the real you.
Questions in life are infinite as well so that makes you you. Now you are being
productive. The moment you free yourself from all of that cumbersome and
perplexities you can start breathing life. So next time you woke up start asking
questions.

stereotypicals

 "Door squeaks on rusted hinge,
hunting sounds with chimes that sing,
embrace the night with solemnity,
free and bold without uncertainty"

the clash

Then it all ends. You simply feel guilt with all those unfairly words and contrition rather, A sudden stop of your greatest cycle beyond the imaginable and unthinkable. The feeling of immense desperation might be present. Ridiculously and absurd but it is highly acknowledge and normal at these times and occasions. Considering the amount of rusty thoughts and delivered words by our dirty mouth. Yes, now I’m on a hot sit, nowhere to go, nothing to say, purely opposite of the past. A steady eyes, harmless hands, blunt thoughts. Watching things hardly fade out. Can’t even share my greetings on her special day, which is in fact today. Still, I could care less. They say day by day nothing seems to change, but pretty soon, everything's different. Yes it’s hard for me to beat that streak or maybe it was really written, the script for me I guess? No one knows. But the fact, there is no greater feeling than being with that someone who’s very special.  Not aware it could be your last touch, the last scent, our last glimpse, the last breath or barely the last of the lasts. So make the most out of it, will you?

meet MOE-MOE

trivia : Clownfish or anemonefish are fishes from the subfamily Amphiprioninae in the family Pomacentridae.
Clownfish are sequential hermaphrodites, meaning that they develop into males first, and when they mature, they become females. 


(MOE doing his thing,swimming on his tank @room204)

"meet moe"

artist : frigor

copyright : august022011

"letters for the myth"

the sad part-
all the memories will be as pure as the rambling dessert of plateaus.
the goodness and perplexities that we shared in our past lives will be engraved in the lonely corners of our midnight theaters.
the sky that resembles on a sunlit afternoon will never cast its shadow.
all the doubts and pieces of our wondering minds will continue its trail along the distorts.
all my flendish and unguided mind has brought me into a world of the endings.
my feet and soul has delivered a costly effect that could certainly change in a blink.
my remorse and frailties demands a greater tension of unfulfillment.
all the portraits of our memory will vanish into the amidst.
 all the tears we cried are abundantly vestige into the surface of our soul. 

am on a hot seat with a lot less chats of covered mouth.
better grind for what tomorrow brings and none of the past.

i brought you into this, you should have been thinking!, as you say.
these impelling words are more deeply twisting and enfeebling my soul.
the sad part is they will stay until were physically alive.

 

inkd and sketch

trivia : A portrait of my (lolo) grandfather. 88yrs old
-talking about the roots.
artist : frigor

>unfinished design
>perfect fit : forearm.
>trivia : Arabic inspired name
>artist : frigor
>copyright may 2011






>unfinished design
>perfect fit : left chest, left forearm
>trivia : polynesian inspired/ a left cut heart/ hopeless heart
>artist : frigor
>copyright may 2011

                              

>unfinished design

>perfect fit : back center piece, forearm with other design

>trivia : celtic, polynesian, continuity of life

>artist : frigor

>copyright may 2011

  >perfect fit : back piece
  >trivia : boredom, emotional stress, blind idea
  >artist : frigor
  >copyright june 2011

>trivia : musical symbols, my personal guitar f-hole (ibanez AM73tbr)

>perfect fit : forearm , side parts

>artist : frigor

>copyright june 2011

>trivia  :  polynesian,  single heart   

>perfect fit : arms, shoulder, chest       

>artist : frigor

>copyright june 2011

>trivia : falter, blame me

>perfect fit : back piece, sides

>artist : frigor

>copyright june 2011

>trivia :  Hand in hand

>artist : frigor

>copyright june 2011 

>trivia : Hannya Mask (japanese)  One tradition states that this name was given to this mask because it was the name of an artist monk Hannya-bô who is said to have perfected its creation.
Mask is used in Japanese Noh theater, representing a jealous female demon or serpent.
>artist : frigor
>copyright june 2011

uno fantastiko

a mimic of your pantomime,
reflects on surface impaired,
ignite and boost the sign,
on single stroke you bare,
    in fury and enrage,
    the journey begins its darker age,
    flow of life derange,
     hope constrains,
playing like a limerick,
lines and words are steep,
act so quick,
cuts you deep,