On some days, Troy Ignacio sits on a park bench at the center of Makati, an unobtrusive observer of the people around him . He
quietly sketches what he sees. It could be the working stiff laughing loudly at some unknown joke or a lady scurrying to complete an errand. Like all kibitzers, he wonders at the stories that each person carries beneath their visages. What secrets do their frames contain? Continue reading