| VISUAL ARTS GALLERY
"Art was my refuge when I came over to toronto two years ago," says Pol Corpuz, poet, visual artist, and theatre artist, who, like most brilliant Filipino minds left home because there was too much work, too little income, and no space to fly. "Until now, my family life is of utmost importance." The art pieces below are the fruits of his waiting, loneliness, and homesickness. A couple of months ago, he was finally reunited with his family. They now live happily in Toronto, Canada and since then, his family has become "my poetic excuse not to do art."
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Dayalogo |
DAYALOG. tells about my experiences here in toronto. the most a newly-landed immigrant could do when beset with loneliness is talk. talk with anybody willing to listen. talk even to himself or herself. i've seen lots of people talking to themselves. societal pressures? when indifference becomes evident, immigrants are on their own. i was also on the verge of talking to myself. that was when i thought of making a collaborative and creative dialogue with myself. i then remember people i've known. their stories, not the angst, but the everyday dialogues. mundane and ordinary. how odd, my trying to blend, had me talking to myself in cebuano still. it was a way of making myself sane. dayalog had me thinking of my uniqueness in this new home i call toronto.

Samok |
SAMOK tells of my phone conversations with my wife, hahaha. my wife was complaining about our kids. but it tells of a wife's trying to be father and mother to her children which is not easy. i am guilty of being absent for two years trying to make good here in toronto

Gahulat |
GAHULAT is my angst of waiting for my family's papers. waiting for a word, and everything is hanging in balance. Oh the agony of waiting.

Manang |
MANANG reminds me of those afternoon gossips with neighbors. women gathered in a neighborhood store, exchanging gossip or pleasantries.

Hangyu ko |
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Hinaut |

Aduna
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