Anna Cazu’s art is a real treat for the eyes.

If you're looking for traditional museum pieces, you might want to look elsewhere.

What started out as pen and paper doodles during Anna Casugbu’s free time evolved into delightful paintings on canvas. Her work is a breath of fresh air, and it feels less like a piece of finished art and more like a peek into a happy visual diary. I also like the use of simple, clean lines. There's no pretense, no intellectual gymnastics required. It's art that makes you feel like a kid again.

If you happen to be around Makati area, please check out Draw My Anxiety, Anna's first solo exhibition. The show runs until October 11, 2025 at J Studio along Chino Roces Avenue.

Artist Description:

For Casugbu, art is an outlet for her to meditate and process her unresolved thoughts that tend to linger and exhaust herself mentally. By translating these spontaneous doodles onto a larger scale, not only does she make her internal world feel more real and valid but also infuses it with a playful, comical twist. The result is a collection of works that are both a visual diary and a testament to the quiet power of introspection, proving that even the most complex and suppressed feelings can be explored openly with a light hearted stroke of a brush.

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