
Aeta Family A tribute to resilience and continuity, where ancestral ties endure through time, whispering stories of identity, survival, and quiet strength.
I Finally Gave It a Name
Feb 2024
It took two years, but I finally named what I was making:
Decolonial Minimalism
The words came quietly, after a storm of practice. They came not from theory, but from survival.
My works were never just minimal. They carried weight — of memory, violence, resistance. But they didn’t shout. They whispered.
I realized I wasn’t reducing to beautify. I was removing to reveal. Erasing what was imposed. Leaving what was true.
This wasn’t Rothko. This was mine.
I named it because I needed language. Not for the art world. For myself. To mark a line in the sand and say: This is where I begin again.

Figures is a visual testament to fragmented memory and resistance, where abstract forms reconstruct lost histories and defy imposed erasure.
Kizumeizukaka: The Archive That Couldn’t Be Colonized
April 2022
When The Flux Review invited me to present a solo exhibition, I didn’t want to showcase — I wanted to exorcise.
The show was called Kizumeizukaka (I-J-W-B-A-A). The word doesn’t exist. I made it up. Like a memory we lost the words for.
It was a virtual archive of fractured culture, rewritten myths, and symbols that refused to behave.
The digital gallery looked like a shrine, a fracture, and a wound all at once.
But it was also a promise: that even if we’ve been colonized, digitized, and silenced — our stories still glitch their way through.
Kizumeizukaka wasn’t a show. It was a survival file.

The Screen is a fractured lens through which history, memory, and identity glitch into visibility, resisting erasure and shaping a future beyond imposed narratives.
The Future Is in Fragments
May 2024
I no longer fear fragmentation. I work inside it.
I don’t want to reconstruct a perfect past. I want to live in the rupture.
Decolonial Minimalism is not clean. It’s not tidy. It’s not a neat ending.
It’s an invitation: to look at the broken and see a map.
I still don’t have full answers. But I’ve built a practice that lets me ask the right questions.
Who decides what is valuable?
Who taught us what beauty looks like?
Who told us silence was safe?
My art is not an escape. It is an entrance — into a Filipino future we haven’t fully imagined yet.
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