Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
There is a lot of people out there who create works for the love of art and for the idea that they belong to the talented few thus a lot of stuff end up created for the sake of self promotion and with a little less love involved. Art is not about money, it’s about how you can inspire someone’s life to be creative too.
Monday, May 28, 2012
After being plagued by unpleasant events and overtaken by other people’s anger, my past weeks were washed over by waves of depression. Yesterday though was a breath of fresh air when a couple of friends came over for drawing lessons. I’ve always wanted to do something with a sense of purpose for a change and sharing my knowledge and skills was just what I needed for a fix. It was a rather rapid offering of Ghirlandaio’s theories in charcoal on paper but my friends were pleased by what they learned nonetheless. Even though it lasted for only a little less than an hour it was in a way a perfect chance for me to rearrange my thoughts and add a positive effect on my mood. I seduced my students with my old world charm and in return, my friend Cyrus, reciprocated my good deed with a jar of guava jam from Sagada.
It’s been my habit to be in sad danger of dislocating myself from people who keep me going. But now I‘m sticking to my program and I will never disappear into oblivion from people whose interest and respect helped me unfold the picture that my heart wishes to see.
I will never move to the blue period and allow a shadow to unveil itself again. I am calmer now and I will paint the way I feel and I shall be whole.
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
10:30am, yawns in desperation…
I’m not very good at this because I am not a seasoned writer and this is my first attempt to write a blog as an artist. However, I want to tell you a story about a blank canvas that’s been sitting long in my garage.
So there I was fresh and ready to start with day 1 only to find out that some of my paint tubes have hardened inside a paper bag transported from their long hiatus. Luckily, I still have some of my birthday money left [I usually go up in the Mountain Province to celebrate my cheap birthday party] so I went hi-ho-hi-ho to the mall for acrylics. I heard from a friend that there’s a newly opened Deovir craft store in SM north mall. Like a boho looking for the rainbow’s end, I went around looking for the store with rainbow colors. It was on the top floor just like a rainbow up in the sky. A row of cadmiums, huge titanium whites, chrome galore, boxes of bristles and sables. Oh! And that particular smell that made me look like a painter high on turpentine. Literally, I was floating in painter’s paradise.
I went home with a bag filled with colored excitement but my pet tummy was starving for some food just like any other artist. A quick lunch and I was ready to start my battle with a Belgian in white.
It’s underpainting, Italians call it - verdaccio but artists call it dead coloring. It’s a painting process to establish the figure and its background. The figure is a half naked boy in chiaroscuro. I’ve always dreamt of painting an allegorical piece of Icarus with a dead bird in the hand instead of wings. But initially, the bird looked like a big chunk of fried chicken. So the bird died in the dream and ended up as part of dead coloring. It took several days and sleepless nights of strokes and washes. And little by little Icarus started to evolve.
Very often, a painting is never finished until you somehow hear a whisper to stop. With a cup in hand and faint Nina Simone in the background I stopped and looked at Icarus staring back at me seemingly asking for his wings back. And like any other story, my blank canvas ended up happily with Icarus and a promise of more fried chickens at my next birthday party.