(cross-posted from Another Miyaw)
Hallo there! Again about books and prints. I’m, uh, really excited about this, can you tell? Haha. It’s the first time I’m showing my work to people I don’t know.
Prints. There are 11″x17″ prints (black and white, on 220 gsm paper; please note that unlike the previews they don’t have any text […]

by Mia on 11:16 pm, August 31, 2007 in projects (6) spoke

(Should be doing calligraphy, but had to write. Ugh. Took a fifteen-minute break because I couldn’t concentrate.)
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(Glass, Hikaru/Iryoki present-day)
You wake angry at yourself for still being alive. Through your windows the morning sun streams in: pale, bright, hateful. The walls of your room look brittle, as if made of cloudy glass, and for a few […]

by Mia on 2:48 am, in writing (5) spoke

(cross-posted from the Read or Die Blog.)
Out of everything that Dean Alfar and the LitCritters had to say in their talk on Philippine speculative fiction at the Manila International Bookfair last August 29, what struck me most was the repeated emphasis on the relevance of speculative fiction in the Philippine setting: its importance not merely […]

by Mia on 11:59 pm, August 30, 2007 in writing none spoke

First stanza of Kashmiri Song by Laurence Hope.

by Mia on 12:25 am, August 28, 2007 in visuals (2) spoke

A very very late birthday gift for Karen.
I did all this in one go, which probably explains the skew of the first two baselines. Le sigh. But it was fun, and it was lovely to see the ink soaking into the paper; I like the changes in gradation, which you will never get with felt-tipped […]

by Mia on 12:18 am, August 27, 2007 in visuals (3) spoke

Random doodling, only with words.
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[Sailari’s mother — vague, sketchy history-setting for The Thousand Gates.]
They said she was a great beauty, the Lady kh’Astre. There were, of course, many other things that could be said about her, but all agreed that she was beautiful. Because of her beauty they forgave the Lord kh’Astre for marrying her; […]

by Mia on 5:30 pm, August 21, 2007 in writing none spoke

Years from now, she will wonder
what would have happened
without that first meeting,
a boy finding a girl caught
between shards of sunlight
and cloudy glass.
What if he had not spoken
and she had refused to hear;
or if, that one night
under gaze of moon and vine,
she had crushed in her palm
his throbbing heart?
She will wonder how she lived
after walking away; […]

by Mia on 12:23 am, August 13, 2007 in writing (7) spoke