Since I managed to get a pretty stable connection from this side of the room (I’m still living like a pirate with the whole internet situation [arrrr!]) I figured might as well snap a shot of something that makes me happy.
I moved into this place exactly a year and a month ago, and before that, I did not own any of these pictures and had never purchased anything from a gallery. When I still lived with my mom, my walls were covered with these silly 5 peso instructional and motivational posters from the Merriam Webster bookstore or with band posters ripped off the walls at gigs.
I’m not even allowed to tack things into the walls, because they’re not really mine, I’m just renting them. But that’s also the point, being the one paying the rent, I’m also the only one who can explain this shit to my landlord should I decide to pack up and leave this apartment.
Besides that, I guess tacking things up also means I like it here. The first thing I bought was Rob Cham’s “Y”; I got lucky with the Kris Abrigo pieces, which I got from Young Star’s art drive for Yolanda survivors; the last was Gina Osterloh’s “Turquoise Room” and (not pictured because it’s a little to the left) “Camouflage in Black”, both of which were given by Louie.
These things came at a time when I was writing about art and acquisitions more frequently (hence, the free prints). Looking at the market right now with all the heat and the hype and auction block success stories, it’s easy to get distracted from the purpose of a picture and how it contributes to the dignity of a space - which comes with arranging things neatly because you can call something yours. At least until the lease ends.