Golden Hour [Quiapo, 1988] shimmering echoing the hues of coral

echoing the hues of coral reefs

It was held in Wallace Field

a subspecies of the

secretly folding your next move while the teacher wasn’t looking

This ink is a cool teal blue that echoes the quiet relief of the final ring when notebooks close and the day winds down

Golden Hour [Quiapo, 1988] shimmering echoing the hues of coral1988 in Quiapo was a year of intense devotional energy and street level soul. This ink captures the district at its most transformative moment: the Golden Hour. As the sun dips low, it sets the dome of the Masjid Al Dahab (Golden Mosque) ablaze and casts long, dramatic shadows across the sea of devotees gathered before the Minor Basilica of the Black Nazarene. The light filters through a thick veil of city haze and incense smoke, turning the humid air