It turns out that a lot of color can come from a little brown book containing 36 pages and one terrible passport photo. (Thankfully, the passport photo wasn’t too horrible to be denied entry into a country, but bad enough to have immigration officers do a double take upon opening my passport.)
When I mapped out the series, I bounced between the sensation of time travel and the feeling of a homecoming. On one end of the spectrum, I got to revisit places I hadn’t been to in years. On the other end, I remembered what everyone around me was like at that moment.
Talk about whiplash.
“Colors of My Travels” may not have been arranged by hues, not by dates, but that doesn’t make it any less autobiographical.–CONTRIBUTED
The author is a Filipino writer living in New York City. She works as a copywriter for an award-winning advertising agency. “Colors of My Travels” was the title of her recent exhibit in Manila. She graduated from the Savannah College of Arts & Design in Georgia.
