Portia Placino

Repository of my thoughts and images of art, literature, travel, and life.

Concurrence at West Gallery

Well, this is my first writing project of the year (outside of the 2013 backlogs). Aside from that, this is also a first for me to create an exhibition note … Continue reading

January 10, 2014 · Leave a comment

Please wake up Lirio

May your weapons be a key to your awakening.¬† May each strum of your deconstructed guitars echo through your consciousness. May your defamiliarized instruments call unto powers beyond our own. … Continue reading

January 30, 2012 · 9 Comments

Remembering Rizal and a Poetry Performance

In their late 20’s, Rizal wrote Noli Me Tangere, Luna painted the Spoilarium and Bonifacio started the armed revolution. Those of us in our late 20’s today, what are we … Continue reading

January 2, 2012 · 2 Comments

Behind Velvet Cordons

I never go to events for the purpose of bashing them. I did not even plan on making an appearance at Writer’s Night. After yesterday’s spontaneous haircut, I joined my … Continue reading

December 10, 2011 · 4 Comments

Flaneur Going Down the Rabbit Hole

Playing the flaneur. I put on my Alice in Wonderland shoes to go down the rabbit hole. And for this, I receive a gift. A reward of Russian cookies. I … Continue reading

December 7, 2011 · 9 Comments

Daguerre and opening “Nothing to Declare”

Today is Louis-Jacques-Mande Daguerre‘s 224th birthday. I have memorized that name as an undergraduate student while studying Photography as Art¬†under Prof. Eloi Hernandez. Ironically, it is also through her that … Continue reading

November 18, 2011 · 4 Comments
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Faced major social awkwardness. Popcorn and cotton candy as a reward. Lol.
Are you preparing for an archaeological dig across Egypt? Or maybe Cambodia? Lol. She loves the sand. No wonder she came home with sand in her shoes and clothes plenty of times before. #toddlerplay #toddlernarratives
One thing that I have learned so far is that you have to show up for your kid. She is not even 20 months old, yet she can stay on stage and perform with her peers without fear. She basically didn't need us to be up there with her. She only needed us to be there for her. That's the gist of it for the most part. We need to be there for her. I doubt she'll remember the expensive clothes, shoes, toys, and what have you. Of course, meeting basic needs is basic. I will not be the 'I am better than you' kind of parent. Most people struggle financially when they become parents, we are no exception. There are compromises, choices, and sacrifices that parents have to make in the name of parenthood. I know and feel the loss of this personally. But it doesn't change the fact that aside from her basic human needs--food, water, clothing, and shelter... What she really needs are her parents. To cuddle with, to play with, to hold her when she cries, to watch her perform, to sit with her as she throws a tantrum, to accompany her as she digs in the sandbox. She needs us to show up. I am trying my hardest to show up and be there. I know that these moments will be gone in a blink of an eye. As sad as I am for some things that are lost, for some things that will never be the same... I am happy that I did not miss this. #toddlerplay #toddlernarratives
Falalalala lalalala! She enjoyed the stage and wanted to climb it the moment their class was called. Lol. We also left her there because she seemed to manage just fine on her own. Though she attempted to leave the stage once the song was done, while photos were being taken. She also wanted to join the other classes on stage. Lol. She loves dancing and music, definitely. Everybody commented on her participation and attempted singing!#toddlernarratives #toddlerchristmas
It was her second on-stage performance and my second attempt at costume making. Lol. Though technically, I just tried to Christmas-fy her dress that kinda has a tutu fabric skirt. Lol. Vest is nowhere in sight as she screams bloody murder whenever I try to put it on. I'm her Mommy so I'm allowed to say she's absolutely adorable. And she loves performing as well! Tiring day. #toddlernarratives #toddlerchristmas
Pasko sa eskwela. #toddlernarratives #toddlerchristmas