I was listening to Cynthia Alexander’s live rendition of her No Umbrella on Youtube when I suddenly had the urge to make a quick watercolor wash of what I always imagined that song’s imagery in my head. It’s always UP Diliman, under the trees, along the academic oval. I first heard the song in 2002. For twenty years I always thought this song would happen to me in UP Diliman.

Talk about self-fulfilling prophecy.

It really didn’t happen exactly like this but it’s more of me walking alone under the rain when before I walked with somebody under some drizzle inside the campus.

I think a visit to Art Whale tomorrow is in order. I need a tube of white gouache and a mopping brush.