It was summer in 2007, my long time buddy and I went to UP Village to have some rounds of beer in one of the common hang-outs. The usual, our talks of politics, music, women, philosophy and the arts came in with a few drops of alcohol. Cold beer, humid air and profound points of view, such ingredients to spark a sleeping desire to create something out of thin imagination.
Session dismissed, I went alone to my then rented room in Krus Na Ligas to end the Friday night. As I was looking in the ambient lit ceiling of old plywood, images and words came mixing in my head. I took out my phone and let the words travel from my head to my veins to my fingers to the pixels that blacken to form images of syntax enough for us to understand. It was the birth of one of my most favored creations. The concept of Hinagpis. The words that evolved through time. The work that I wished myself to be remembered.
(Speaking of remembering, this blog post is to record the history. For when I'm not able to remember, this document would take me back. Refresh the images of its roots. Dust off the hidden details that time itself concealed.)
|This is to give you a background. And maybe me too if lack of sleep took my memory.|
|Rough draft of Idelut's animatics for the proposed Hinagpis film (page 1).|
|Rough draft of Idelut's animatics for the proposed Hinagpis film (page 2).|
|Rough draft of Idelut's animatics for the proposed Hinagpis film (page 3).|
Almost five years have now passed. Things must be done. Sketches must be painted. Questions, answers. Capital letters, periods. Intros, credits. Either we finish it or we just forget about it. I say we finish it.