I like frogs. Even real ones. Frogs on pens, though, don’t fuss when you twist them. I decided to write about the pen, but wrote something else instead, but I eventually managed to turn it around and lead it back to the pen, which I am grateful for, because not too many things in life …
We’re shooting at Pinto Gallery in Antipolo. Stairs of stone and cement lead to and from pockets of gardens and ponds. There is a whiff of delightful dereliction about the place, a devil-may-care attitude towards cobwebs and lichen. There are sculptures almost indistinguishable in texture from the grass and soil and wood that surround them. …