Hi, I’m Brian Dys — a photographer from the inside looking out · a composer entangled in electronic music · a UX designer · a spouse, a parent, & everything in between.
Life is a very long and serious story.. at the end there is a big nonsense where just a bubble pops.. end of story.. no questions should be asked.
That is the bubble of idea which literally pops out of your head.. then another unrelated story begins. This time, you just watch.. like god.
Originally published in happyobituary.blogspot.com in 2004.
This was the last time I joined the Malate photo gallery though I don’t remember if these were displayed at a fair or published in a folio.
Photos by my colleagues in Malate Photo Section: AA dela Cruz, Cheq Ma. Guerrero, Franz Santos, Joan Ong, Rose Ferrer.
Title of Activity: Paco Park Trip
Date of Activity: June 29, 2002
Place of Activity: Paco Park, Manila
Number of Attendees: 4
The purpose of this activity was for them to think beyond what is readily seen by the immediate eye and compose it for the shot and if their subject is common they have to arrange it. At first, the staff were bored to see ordinary things. They could not take any pictures.
The staff roamed around the park and eventually took pictures of not just the park and the church but of people, nature, and the wedding. After almost five hours their rolls of films were consumed.
The results were very good. The pictures they took in color and black and white were not taken by bored people. Somehow, the purpose of the activity was realized.
Title of Activity: Manila Zoo Trip
Date of Activity: July 27, 2002
Place of Activity: Manila Zoo
Number of Attendees: 5
The purpose of this activity was for them to think beyond what is readily seen by the immediate eye and compose it for the shot and if their subject is common they have to arrange it.
The results were good. Some took pictures of patterns and people, not just animals. The purpose of the activity was realized.
a. Franz Santos – 22 hrs
b. AARichela dela Cruz – 22 hrs
c. Rose Ferrer – 17 hrs
d. Aislinn Chuahiock – 14 hrs
e. Christine Lim – 12 hrs
f. Cheq Ma. Guerrero – 8 hrs
g. Mara Benitez – 6 hrs
Gallery/Illustration – 5 hrs
Paco Park Trip – 5 hrs
Manila Zoo Trip – 5 hrs
Interior Photos – 2 hrs
Street Photos – 2 hrs
Paco Park Results – 1 hr
Manila Zoo Results – 1 hr
Miscellaneous – 1 hr
Mar 8, 2002
The moon was perfect
Your eyes are…
Till it rested to half
You are still there…
You are a lit of an orange dim
Like the moon, growing
I was in an ancestral, spanish-like house. It was quite old, wood structured. My family was there and I believe we live there. Also, my other relatives were there ad the place was kinda noisy with chats and all.
I remembered going to a room like just that one in reality (the first one to the northeast as you reach the top of the stairs). We played table tennis there with Remson and Ramon. I remembered when I played, I never made a single point. Ramon always had the other side and he was playing stuck between the table and the wall. We took our play outside and we looked for a table. We saw one in a grassy place. I remembered putting a paper under one foot of the table to get it balanced. The ball had a small bump but they kept on playing.
Second thing I remember was I went to a big house I think I saw not in dreams. As I approached the gate, there was Grazel, my high school classmate and friend. I got no shirt, just my Coca-cola shorts (really torn out). I was kinda sticky with perspiration and that made me ashamed as Grazel saw me. I entered and we walked until we reached the house. At the foot of the house I just said goodbye to Grazel and went away back to the gate. On my way, I met my Aunt Pina, my aunt just one block away from our real house. Ashamed as I was, I just smiled and moved on.
Back in the old house, I remembered it having this long way connected to Imelda’s place. Imelda is a good friend of mine I met in church. I remembered going there twice, it was a long way, like going out from the house but again, it was like inside our ancestral house, just connected. The place was like a scene in a sei-squatters’ area. People everywhere. Well, there were some people and I saw Sheryl Cruz, wow. I followed her to a slightly dimmed backyard of a big house and I remembered seeing a table as I passed by still following her. I realized, it was the place where I met Grazel. Next thing I remembered was that I knew that Sheryl Cruz and Imelda were sisters. The second time I went to that place, I looked for Imelda. I invited her to our house and as we approached, I let her sit on our old chair near our old table. There was something I would ask her, if she ever knew that she and Sheryl Cruz had diferent mother. I wondered that because they looked differently. Imelda told me that all she knew was that she and Sheryl had three mothers and she did not know who was her real mother. I remembered asking if she had a mother whose eyes were like Sheryl’s. As I was asking that to her, my mind in my dream wandered through the place where I met Grazel, imagining their three mothers living there, and their father. I was thinking in my dream that the real mother of Imelda was kinda lower that Sheryl’s mother that was why Imelda was like lower than Sheryl, because Sheryl looked like a socialite and Imelda looked like a helper. I woke up with the thought of who were the three mothers.
ORANGE – BLUE SKY 3.23.01
When you look outside your window,
the orange – blue sky is turning gray,
but she is telling me that I am alive, as
she whispers you to my eyes
By now, she is telling me that she is ours,
for us to taste, to keep, to watch tomorrow,
when she is perfectly light blue again –
she will be, for us, the ones she calls friends
In this dusk, orange – blue fades into dreariness,
but here are the wonderful stars that make us free
They will always be guiding, tonight
till the sun casts all the shadows
Tomorrow will not be for so long
Sooner than we think, maybe after a dream
We will realize as we open our eyes
that a fresh day is here to kiss us gently
It will be green, with the faithful trees
Orange, with the beautiful sun
White, with the melody of the birds
Light blue, with her vast simplicity
Let us wait for the sky’s peaceful stories,
including those about you
And this time, we will see,
how light blue rejoices with orange