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In an unprecidented stroke of inspiration, I produced these four pieces over the weekend. I don't usually delve into the digital realm to create (not that I haven't), but to achieve the halftone-retro effect that's always fascinated me, Photoshop filters is the way to go. And I'm pretty pleased how it turned out over the ink drawings I made of my children. So more to come, until new styles and techniques inspire me. Oh, and let me know what you think. I can take it.
Johnny was right. This was a much more different movie than its rough-cut version from 9 years ago. Definitely better than I expected. Truly progressive and embodying the independent spirit, even if it was filmed almost a decade before. Impressive.
The screening, held at Locus Arts new creative headquarters Space 180, was a huge success. Friends, family, colleagues, and total strangers alike embraced the movie. The bay area premiere screening of Black Eyed Peas' "Bebot" video, a visual celebration of FIlipino culture in 2 generational versions, was a special treat.
Here's a look at the evening:
Old friends Johanna and Rosa were among the many attendees.
More friends waiting with much anticipation.
Bomb City's "Henry": Chansada and wife.
Chansada, with diminutive fan.
Chansada, me, and Bomb City's "Gil", Frank.
An anxious audience.
More fans.
Bomb City writer and director, Johnny Cabaddu and friends.
Quiet! The movie's on!
Frank, producer Alan Arrivas and Chansada.
Very pleased fans of Bomb City.
The cast of the old Lit Lounge.
3 happy movie goers and the "bouncer".
My wife Amabelle and I hamming it up with close friends.
The incidental star of Bomb City, Alonzo "Foolio" Batte, center, embraces his happy fans!
Two strangers fully unaware a camera is pointed at them.
Director of the Black Eyed Peas video "Bebot", Patricio GInelsa. center, reunited with childhood friends.
Filmmaker Patricio Ginelsa enjoying the company of old friends.
Jen Navarro, left, with Amabelle.
A few days ago, I found out that an acquaintance of mine passed away. His name was Red. He was someone I knew during my tenure at UCSF. His employment matched his personality like a glove as he was a member of the Arts & Events department. In other words, he worked for the place that handled "fun" in one of the nations most prominent medical schools. His outgoing personality was infectuous. I have spent time with him in few social settings as well as one or two up-close and personal conversations. But in what few moments I shared with Red, I enjoyed. This news came as a shock, because Red isn't someone you would perceive is old enough to die of natural causes (he passed on due to complications from pneumonia).
I recently attended a memorial serivice in his honor. It was a reception of many, both from within his department and from outside, all of which called him family. His great personality is matched with his generosity as I found out, as he gave himself freely to individuals that needed him, or just needed laughter. I reveled in his memory as I listened to those that were close to him speak about his life. The Red I knew was a good man. And that day, I found out he was apparently more.
I wasn't close to Red. But you didn't have to be. Red was my friend. And he was a good human being who had more heart than many that walk the earth. And because I wasn't as close, I am robbed of the opportunity to get to know him better than I should have.
Good people shouldn't just disappear from our lives. I will miss him.
