Ngiting tila walang katapusan...
Mula sa labing pulahan...
Halakhak na walang humpay...
Kasuotang sadyang magara't makulay...
Sa iba'y nagbibigay saya...
Minsan pa'y pampawi ng luha...
Sa isang banda, nagawa mo na bang silipin ang kanyang mga mata?
Malamlam... Malungkot... Pagod...
Pilit humuhugot ng kagaangan ng loob mula sa mga nanunuod sa buhay na entablado...
Sa kabila ng liwanag na sa iyo'y nakatuon, ang mga anino'y nagtatanong...
Ikaw ba'y ako?
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
buhay manggagawa
Pagal na katawan...
Ngatog na tuhod...
Maghapong trabaho...
Karampot na sahod...
Sapat lamang pambuhay ng pamilya...
Sa mahal ng bilihi'y kinakapos pa...
Madaling araw na'y ngayon pa lamang uuwi...
Sa pagtulog, lakas sana'y mabawi...
Pagdating ng bahay aking dadatnan, pamilyang duo'y nananahan...
Sa puntong ito, aking napagtanto, salamat po Diyos ko't ako'y may trabaho...
Kitang maliit mabuti na sa wala...
Kesa maramdaman kalam ng sikmura...
Inyo pong gabayan abang manggagawa...
Nasa 'kin ang gawa bigyan nyo po ng biyaya...
Ngatog na tuhod...
Maghapong trabaho...
Karampot na sahod...
Sapat lamang pambuhay ng pamilya...
Sa mahal ng bilihi'y kinakapos pa...
Madaling araw na'y ngayon pa lamang uuwi...
Sa pagtulog, lakas sana'y mabawi...
Pagdating ng bahay aking dadatnan, pamilyang duo'y nananahan...
Sa puntong ito, aking napagtanto, salamat po Diyos ko't ako'y may trabaho...
Kitang maliit mabuti na sa wala...
Kesa maramdaman kalam ng sikmura...
Inyo pong gabayan abang manggagawa...
Nasa 'kin ang gawa bigyan nyo po ng biyaya...
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Sining
Ako ang ligaya...
Ako ang hinaing...
Ako ang sakit, sakit na minsa'y ikinukubli ng makulay at maaliwalas na dibuho...
Ako ang pait...
Ako ang katotohanan...
Ako ang nag-aalab na damdaming walang dahas...
Ako ang pangarap...
Ako ang pag-ibig...
Ako ang pag-asa...
Ako ang katuparan... halina, dadalhin kita sa aking daigdig...
Ang mundo ng minsa'y dilim na nagbibigay ng liwanag...
At minsa'y liwanag na nagkukubli ng dilim... halina kilalanin mo ako...
Ako ang hinaing...
Ako ang sakit, sakit na minsa'y ikinukubli ng makulay at maaliwalas na dibuho...
Ako ang pait...
Ako ang katotohanan...
Ako ang nag-aalab na damdaming walang dahas...
Ako ang pangarap...
Ako ang pag-ibig...
Ako ang pag-asa...
Ako ang katuparan... halina, dadalhin kita sa aking daigdig...
Ang mundo ng minsa'y dilim na nagbibigay ng liwanag...
At minsa'y liwanag na nagkukubli ng dilim... halina kilalanin mo ako...
senti
Sa pag-alala ng kapanganakan, iniluwal ang hapding bumabalot sa kalamnan ng buong pagkatao... Nais pumalahaw ngunit hindi maisatinig. Nakapanlulumo... Bakas sa malamlam na mga mata ang aninag ng mapusyaw na liwanag ng ligaya at pagasa.
Monday, September 3, 2007
"If you are addicted"
Living with an artist isn't easy, particularly if you are the significant other. So, after living with and working with artists for over 20 years I've put together a few suggestions for you to share with your partners. One of the first things most non-artists have a hard time understanding is the concept of addiction and how it is related to art making. Most artists I know go through classic symptoms of withdrawal when deprived of their work environment for too long. They get grouchy, irritable, may suffer from physical complaints such as headaches, body aches and often times find themselves depressed for no reason. These symptoms miraculously disappear when they are given the opportunity to work again. The primary reason for this is artists are wired differently than the rest of us. While most of us can get by with the basic elements of Maslow's theory, food, shelter, etc…artists need to be able to create as much as they need food or oxygen. It is so much a part of who they are, that to deprive them of it would be like asking you or I not to talk, not to eat, not to breathe. They have been given this gift in the same way we were given blue eyes or brown. Making art is not an option for them, it is a necessity.
Occasionally, I will get an artist who asks me to tell them my opinion of their work. It is a question I try to discourage. Unless you are asking an art critic or an art historian, most people are not qualified to comment of the aesthetic value of the work. Galleries may be able to comment on the marketability of the work, collectors may be able to say if they like it. But, mature artists shouldn't pursue seeking an opinion of their work. Your work is your work, period. Someone will either like it or they won't. Nothing you say or do can change that. Now, you may be able to convince someone to buy it, but, in regards to liking it, it is a primal reflex based on the accumulated history of that person's visual information and experience. So what does it really mean when someone doesn't like your work. It means one person doesn't like your work. That's all it means. It doesn't mean you are a bad artist or a bad person or should stop making art (as if that was really an option). In almost all cases, when an artist asks what you think of their work, they are asking to connect with that person by sharing an intimate part of themselves. Realize that when an artist asks what you think of their work, they hear the answer as it relates to them, personally. It is a vulnerability that mature artists struggle hard to overcome.
The concept of "working" was a hard one for me to understand. Often times I'd go into my husband's studio and see him sitting on the couch with the television on or listening to the radio…staring at his paintings. I'd been at my office all day, talking on the phone or busy with clients. This was not my idea of "work." It wasn't until I really understood the process of making a painting that I realized how much of the work is in just looking…thinking…imagining what it would be like to do this or that. Mental activity that to the lay person looks like relaxation. I could accept the fact that slathering paint around was work…but, sitting and staring, that was hard for me. What I came to learn was that the "looking," is the hardest part. It was kind of like hearing about the way Mozart wrote music. He wouldn't write anything down until he could hear it all in his head first, then he would write it out perfectly in a matter of minutes.
Contrary to the common stereotype of artists as slackers, artists are incredibly industrious and hard working. In most cases, regardless of what they do for a living, they are working on their obsession 24/7. Acknowledging this, can help tremendously in understanding an important aspect of an artists' character…and saving a relationship.
Occasionally, I will get an artist who asks me to tell them my opinion of their work. It is a question I try to discourage. Unless you are asking an art critic or an art historian, most people are not qualified to comment of the aesthetic value of the work. Galleries may be able to comment on the marketability of the work, collectors may be able to say if they like it. But, mature artists shouldn't pursue seeking an opinion of their work. Your work is your work, period. Someone will either like it or they won't. Nothing you say or do can change that. Now, you may be able to convince someone to buy it, but, in regards to liking it, it is a primal reflex based on the accumulated history of that person's visual information and experience. So what does it really mean when someone doesn't like your work. It means one person doesn't like your work. That's all it means. It doesn't mean you are a bad artist or a bad person or should stop making art (as if that was really an option). In almost all cases, when an artist asks what you think of their work, they are asking to connect with that person by sharing an intimate part of themselves. Realize that when an artist asks what you think of their work, they hear the answer as it relates to them, personally. It is a vulnerability that mature artists struggle hard to overcome.
The concept of "working" was a hard one for me to understand. Often times I'd go into my husband's studio and see him sitting on the couch with the television on or listening to the radio…staring at his paintings. I'd been at my office all day, talking on the phone or busy with clients. This was not my idea of "work." It wasn't until I really understood the process of making a painting that I realized how much of the work is in just looking…thinking…imagining what it would be like to do this or that. Mental activity that to the lay person looks like relaxation. I could accept the fact that slathering paint around was work…but, sitting and staring, that was hard for me. What I came to learn was that the "looking," is the hardest part. It was kind of like hearing about the way Mozart wrote music. He wouldn't write anything down until he could hear it all in his head first, then he would write it out perfectly in a matter of minutes.
Contrary to the common stereotype of artists as slackers, artists are incredibly industrious and hard working. In most cases, regardless of what they do for a living, they are working on their obsession 24/7. Acknowledging this, can help tremendously in understanding an important aspect of an artists' character…and saving a relationship.
Monday, August 27, 2007
para kay andoi at ronald

Marami akong agam-agam sa pagpipinta ng mural, bukod sa mahirap itong gawin, natatakot akong dumating ang panahon na pagsasawaan ito at buburahin na lamang ng may-ari ng bahay o may-ari nung pader.
Mataas ang respeto ko sa paggawa ng sining, lahat ay pinaghihirapan, pinagbubuhusan ng oras, pawis at talento. Ang totoo, alam kong hindi ako si Michaelangelo o si Leonardo para i-preserve ng ibang tao ang aking gawa sa mahabang panahon.
Hindi man tayo sigurado kung magtatagal nga sa pader nila ang ating obra, sa dokumentasyon mananatili ang ating pinaghirapan at ang alaala... Salamat sa pagkakataon... At maraming salamat sa pagtitiwala.
Mataas ang respeto ko sa paggawa ng sining, lahat ay pinaghihirapan, pinagbubuhusan ng oras, pawis at talento. Ang totoo, alam kong hindi ako si Michaelangelo o si Leonardo para i-preserve ng ibang tao ang aking gawa sa mahabang panahon.
Hindi man tayo sigurado kung magtatagal nga sa pader nila ang ating obra, sa dokumentasyon mananatili ang ating pinaghirapan at ang alaala... Salamat sa pagkakataon... At maraming salamat sa pagtitiwala.
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