Born in the Philippines. Teleported to The Netherlands by the age of one. 
Then, adulthood in pandemonious Berlin.
I now study painting and printmaking at the Fine Arts Academy of Leipzig.

Selected shows

Maison Poetique & Graphique
03/2025
La Moulinette
Paris, France

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Mutterleidb
05/2025 - 08/2025
Galerie Neukölln
Berlin, Germany

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Featured article in À Quoi Ça Rime
Edition nr. 3, 2025, Paris
Design by Gwlgraphisme
Artworks and text by Jana Villaluz
Full fanzine available here

I strive to combine our shadows with the noblest of darks


My relationship to art is deeply intertwined with my relationship to my body. Drawing is a sedative to my restless hands, painting is synonymous to dancing. Experiencing great art can send me to jump, flinch or stomp my feet. When I sketch, the visual world vibrates through my body, and I am left to trace these vibrations.

In truth though, what I’m after isn’t art after all. I am in the pursuit of beauty and enigma, which I find not only in polished wood or intricate seashells, I keep finding it in the ugly as well. I keep finding it in the wet soil, in the spider's nest, with the crawling bugs under the muddy rock. I find it in the false note, in the wound, in the knotty hair. I find it in aching solitude and maddening company. It is the beauty of this to which I dedicate myself.


And so when I paint, my crooked spine produces a power, a blind but determined power with which I strive to combine our shadows with the noblest of darks, with comforting shades of blue and acidic yellows, with mollifying greens and hazardous reds. A pursuit that will guide me for a lifetime.

Inspire


Back to the source

I take inspiration from contemporary jazz, my relationships, childhood, to name a few. But it is also the materials involved in making art that inspire me. Sometimes the craving of the sound of pencil scratching paper or mixing paints together into a new color is what propels me to create.

Poetry and I

Much like paintings, poems can be regarded instantaneously and yet are like deep wells that never run out of potency. In my youth, I have discovered how words in poetry bore a different weight, as if they were made of a different fabric, something more luminous and powerful. I like how a poet can make each syllable pulsate, make each word paint with colors. I took up writing poems as I fell in love with composing with words, subjecting them to rhythm and aligning them with imagery. This compositional element of poetry is something I feel strongly drawn to till this day.



Favorite poets

Rumi, Rilke, Japanese Zen monks..


The bedside book

“The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle” by Haruki Murakami. Not a poetry book in a traditional sense, yet it is Murakami’s inventive metaphors and his attention to the sensory world that makes his prose all the more enchanting.

Against all odds..

“You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.”

― Albert Camus, Notebooks,1935 - 1951

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Photo credit: Leonard Mikoleit