You Can Tell Me Now

Jippy Pascua & Dennese Victoria

Monobloc Chairs
2016
 Myth
Jippy Pascua & Dennese Victoria
Monobloc Chairs
2016
 Myth, more than a collection of photos, is an exhibition of photos brought together with a word-
filled corridor, fervidly and ardently taken and crafted by the same artists of You Can Tell Me Now, Jippy
Pascua and Dennese Victoria.

The installation of photographs is not so much about the individual images but rather, it is a story.
It is located at the CCPs Pasilyo Victorio Edades. The wall is comprised of two distinct types, first, the
photos and second, the scribbles and writings on the wall.

Individually, the photos and the scribbles on the wall would be odd as if they were taken by
chance, written haphazardly, or made casually, perhaps random and unsystematic. The words written
might, in the other hand, look very vague and unintended, some of them might appear as if they are
childrens doodles, playfully inked to a big white wall. However, looking from a greater point of view,
these, when perceived collectively, would be similar to a story, a gallery that executes a journey of how
they were artistically taken and intricately chosen. Sometimes the myth is that images can tell you the
story of where youve been and what youve been through, as if, like drawing a map... The writings on
the wall blend with the photos and make something that is living, something that is not as ordinary as
simple and plain exhibit, something that art is involved, involved within the art and the artists themselves,
you can place with an image a name with which you can return, or run away to that somewhere. The
artwork is a barricade of experiences, it is made up of people, whom the artists may call their friends or
family; places, somewhere they might rest or absorb silence and peace; feelings, somethings that might
have made them to produce such beauty, perhaps their ideas, thoughts, and emotions; and especially, the
artists souls, their passion, their art. Here, myth remains an unfinished map; an essay; an attempt; and
invitation.

But really, its all for the human soul to see.

 You can tell me now.

Tell me with the manners of your words, with the whispers of your mind, with the rage of your
emotions, whatever you wanted to tell me before, you can tell me now.

Writing from what the eyes do see, You Can Tell Me Now is a display of two plastic school desks
literally facing each other, placed in the middle of a rectangular transparent glass, isolated under the sun.
However, relying from the name of the artwork itself, I personally assume that the artwork says a
thousand different things, all converging into one unified goal to talk.

To talk, is what it wants to happen, to express, to say something, to converse, to confess, to

declare, to concede, to permit each word to come out, to tell someone something, to make someone feel
something, to use words and signs and symbols to make someone feel something, either way to hurt or to
comfort, to make or to break.

The chairs could be people. They could be two humans that are simply talking, or maybe not.
Maybe they could be humans who both have the urges to tell truths or lies, whether to hide or to reveal,
the urges to say yes or no, whether to conform or to decide or to stand alone, to trade messages, give and
receive love, caring, pleasure, or affection, or grasp a bit of pain, reality, anything. To communicate with
words and respond with emotions - to talk.

Indeed, emotions, these could be human emotions, too. Sentiments that are longingly wanting to
merge and burst and let go, emotions that need to be freed and felt and known, sensations that are felt or
yet to be felt.

It could be you, could be me, you be us. It could be you, telling me nice things, and bad things
too. It could be you deceiving me. It could be me, getting deceived by you. It could be me, telling you the
sweetest things but making you the most bitter of all, talking into you and distorting you. It could be us,
pretending to be conscious of what goes between us, making ourselves believe that we know what we are
talking about, but no, not really.

But truth, truth is what we need. You can tell me now.