Fraction Magazine Exhibition at Rayko

After work today, I headed down to Rayko Photo Center for the opening of Fraction Magazine: Three Years in the Making Exhibition. I arrived just before the crowds came and I was able to view the images without much distraction. I finally met David Bram in person and was happy to see Crista Dix whom I met through a group show in her gallery four years ago. The show was impressive! In fact, I was inspired to take these pictures. Congratulations David!

The exhibition runs from August 11 to September 18.

Rayko Photo Center

428 Third Street

San Francisco, CA 94107

Closed Mondays; Tues-Thurs: 10am-10pm; Fri-Sun: 10am-8pm

Fraction Magazine features the best of contemporary photography, bringing together diverse bodies of work by established and emerging artists from around the globe. Each monthly on-line issue focuses on a central theme, creating an implicit dialogue between differing photographic perspectives. This exhibition at RayKo is curated by David Bram, the founder and editor of Fraction, and features images from the past 28 issues of the magazine.

Featured Artists:
Hollis Bennett | Jesse Burke | Susan Burnstine | Polly Chandler | Antone Dolezal | Eliot Dudik | Geoffrey Ellis | Kirk Gittings | Meg Griffiths | Michael Itkoff | Josef Jacques | Liz Kuball | Karen Kuehn | Clay Lipsky | David Maisel | Kerry Mansfield | Tricia Lawless Murray | Norman Mauskopf | David Ondrik | Sam Portera | Kathleen Robbins | David Rochkind | Ken Rosenthal | Michael Sebastian | Emily Shur | Allison V Smith | Tabitha Soren | David Taylor | Susan Hayre Thelwell | Phil Toledano


Michael Mazzeo Gallery's RSVP Initiative

ARBOR, Beautifully curated, very inspiring images from the online exhibition!


The RSVP project, a web-based initiative of online exhibitions presented by the Michael Mazzeo Gallery, brings together artists from the global photography community to present work on common themes.

The first of these exhibitions, ARBOR , comes at a time of worldwide economic, cultural and environmental crisis when we are confronted with the need for reevaluation, renewal and stability. Prompted by this climate, I chose as the theme, a subject both familiar and profound.

Arbor was curated from images submitted by artists in response to a call for photographs of trees. The tree as muse, metaphor, witness, oracle. Nature’s exemplar of strength and adaptability, trees are the living embodiment of wisdom and peace. A recurring reminder of the cycle of life and rebirth, trees command reverence and inspire us to moments of awe.

Through varied methodologies, the artists presented here have decoded and reframed a common subject to address issues of material and metaphysical significance. With a spirited curiosity and experiential awareness of the natural world, they have provided us with a rich diversity of images and ideas. It is in bringing together this wealth of compelling photography that I hope to provide a place for contemplation, a respite in an anxious world, an Arbor.

Artist Talk

Images above taken by Karl Castro for Silverlens Gallery

While T & I were putting together the presentation for the artist talk, I did not realize that my parents wanted to attend the event. I was having dinner with them the evening I arrived when my mom broached the subject. At first, I felt really shy that they were going to be in the same room with me but kept it to myself. Then I thought about it more and I said yes-they should go. It is an opportunity for them to understand what it is that I am so passionate about. Even my sister and my brother came to the event.

The topic I discussed was the Family as a Photographic Subject. The talk was divided into two parts. The first one was showing the progression of my work from when I began photographing as a college student in Manila until the present day. I also discussed the creative process behind Family Spaces and gave the audience a glimpse of a work in progress that also involved my family. The second portion was introducing works of other photographers whose long term projects tackle the same subject matter. I thought it would be a good opportunity to introduce various ways of telling a personal story. I just thought to do my part to share what I know and possibly inspire someone from the audience to think differently with the way they approach their own projects.

After the talk, three students approached me. They were from the same university I attended. I loved their energy and they asked a number of questions. One of them said something like we need people like you to teach at the university. Another asked if I was planning to come back to do a workshop. No one really knows when such opportunities will come. Nonetheless, it was great to hear their feedback.

When I met my parents at the gallery, both were beaming. I each gave them a hug and felt grateful that they were still healthy and able to experience this moment with me.

The Opening

Me, my sister from New York and my brother from Budapest.

Last photograph before gallery closed that evening.

It rained hard for most of the day and then it stopped an hour before the opening started. That morning, I was sitting in bed in the same room I grew up as a child and listened to the rain as it poured heavily on the roof. I smiled and remembered the many times my sisters and I would rejoice the minute we heard the weatherman Amado Pineda suspend a school day due to a typhoon landing in Metro Manila. For a split second, I could not help but think of the possibility that perhaps the opening might be suspended too. I shook my head-- nah, what a silly thought!

It turned out to be a successful event. It was wonderful to see family, old friends and relatives. My sister came all the way from New York. She had a last minute change to her flight itinerary to avoid the snowstorm in Detroit. She arrived past midnight the day before the opening. On the other hand, my brother flew in from Budapest, his total flying time was something like 22 hours with 2 stop overs before arriving in Manila the day of the opening. It really meant a lot that they were there for me.