
The dormant persona
by DANEA PATRICIA T. VILOG
There is something about art that seems to draw people to underestimate its aesthetic value for surface-level beauty and discount its ability to preserve a culture of underlying politics that everyone seems very pumped up to openly debate on these days.
The artist I was a decade ago cared for none of that and instead paid more attention to aesthetics over anything else.
I don't remember when I first picked up a pencil and decided that the hobby I'd be pouring most of my skills on would be absently scratching graphite on paper, but I knew I could never shake it off, even if I wanted to. Art will always find me, apparently.
I entered a formal art school six years ago. The idealistic fool that I was thought I was going to flourish with the pitiful a