ULAP

/u-lap/(n.) Tagalog - cloud, fog

ULAP is a collective of gardeners, landscape architects, artists, and restoration ecologists whose aim is to reveal shared memories of landscape and culture. Our work takes place on the margins of our consciousness, in forgotten landscapes enveloped by the coastal fog of the San Francisco Bay.

Through art, ecological restoration, and garden making our work attempts to distill narratives of history, place, and providence from under the fog.

I was born in the fog. I speak no Tagalog. Pasensya na, my mouth is Too full of fog and my ears too, though Maybe you preferred it that way.

– Victoria Bevington

“But I, and so many who grew up here, could not imagine the Bay Area without the crunch of eucalyptus leaves under- foot, or its comforting medicinal smell in the air on a hike in the hills.”

“I feel close to the Philippines because for sure the other side of the Pacific is the shore of the eastern part of the Philippines.”

"The mountain has been a constant reminder that nature is never too far away and is always there when we are in need of connection."

I only marveled at the way the garden is for me an exercise in memory, a way of remembering my own immediate past, a way of getting to a past that is my own.
– Jamaica Kincaid

“In this city, you may not always see the Pinoys...but they are there. The fog proves it.” - Benito Vergara

ULAP

I was born in the fog. I speak no Tagalog. Pasensya na, my mouth is Too full of fog and my ears too, though Maybe you preferred it that way. – Victoria Bevington

“But I, and so many who grew up here, could not imagine the Bay Area without the crunch of eucalyptus leaves under- foot, or its comforting medicinal smell in the air on a hike in the hills.”

“I feel close to the Philippines because for sure the other side of the Pacific is the shore of the eastern part of the Philippines.”

"The mountain has been a constant reminder that nature is never too far away and is always there when we are in need of connection."

I only marveled at the way the garden is for me an exercise in memory, a way of remembering my own immediate past, a way of getting to a past that is my own. – Jamaica Kincaid

I was born in the fog. I speak no Tagalog. Pasensya na, my mouth is Too full of fog and my ears too, though Maybe you preferred it that way.

– Victoria Bevington

I only marveled at the way the garden is for me an exercise in memory, a way of remembering my own immediate past, a way of getting to a past that is my own.
– Jamaica Kincaid