Thursday, June 11, 2015
"So whether you are an introvert or an extrovert, a woman-loving woman, a man-loving woman, or a God-loving woman, or all of the above: Whether you are possessed of a simple heart or the ambitions of an Amazon, whether you are trying to make it to the top or just make it through tomorrow, whether you be spicy or somber, regal or roughshod -- the Wild Woman belongs to you. She belongs to all women."
When we first conceptualized this online exhibit, we wanted it to be an incarnation of the wild feminine spirit -- it to actually have eyes, fangs, wings, a voice, and more importantly, movement. We wanted it to speak from a heart with holes caused by a history of entrapment, objectification, and needless taming. We wanted it to be honest and fierce. We wanted her words and art to pierce. And so with the help of some ultra talented people the cosmos has so lovingly put in our way, we were able to give birth to Viva La Manika's second ever online exhibit, entitled after that much-cited Atticus finch quote of which we have found very apropos. Love Her But Leave Her Wild
Featuring the works of Jamie Catt, Feanne, KK Nerva, Elisa Aquino, Julo Cope, Alve Aranton, Mawee Borromeo, Monica Cope, Ava Aboy, Ana Luciano, Bridgette Diaz, Mayelle Nisperos, Pau Tiu, Reji Hidalgo, Mike Esteves, Sofia Cope, Jamie Gaviola, Kat Dannug, Chiara Garcia, James Kevin Lao, Niki Colet, and Andrea Coleen V. Tubig; and the sounds of Low Leaf, Slowdough, Brisom, Niki Colet, BP Valenzuela, FXXXYBLNT, Waving Hands, CRWN, Cinnamon Crayons, Rizza Cabrera, Ourselves The Elves, and Yan Abelardo.
It's one poetic, collaborative raise of fists (or claws) for the feral woman within. Share it with your friends and let's all have an ear-and-eyegasm together.
at 2:59 PM
Sunday, May 10, 2015
Thursday, April 23, 2015
She's a daredoll. She does as she pleases; playful yet grounded.
She ransacks through her grandmum's chest of clothing treasury and struts them down the street headlong, almost without a thought. Something about her cat-like gaze and those lazy wavy locks. Something about how she rocks a stiff-brimmed hat over an old concert tee. She makes time for details. Always. I mean, can't you tell? Look at that graphic ring around her finger.
She speaks in fragments. Her words are ever-poignant.
She will blow you away with her beautiful thinking.
A dream pop track deflects in the air. Her chunky lucite heels go-a-clicking. She ain't the finest lookin' dame around but is someone I swear I love watching. When she danced, she shook everything.
at 8:51 PM