Thursday, October 23, 2014

Inay


This painting was based from the photo of IP mother and child in Region VI taken by a friend. The subjects of the photo were standing in front of AG SaƱo's dolphin mural.

Monday, April 28, 2014

Little Things

This I dedicate to the small things,to the things too little that others fail to notice,to the things too simple but of great value like flowers and beauty, birds and freedom, dandelions and hope, sunset and new beginnings, dream catcher and beautiful mornings.This I dedicate to all the negatives, to pain, to deceit, to sadness, to rejection and to the strong will to develop beautiful things out of them.This I dedicate to all the positives, to happiness, to forgiveness, to love, to art and to the people I love.This I dedicate to God for fueling my burning passion for Art.


Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Ducks for Holden Caulfield


"You know those ducks in that lagoon right near Central Park South? That little lake? By any chance, do you happen to know where they go, the ducks, when it gets all frozen over? Do you happen to know, by any chance?"
 -Holden Caulfield, The Catcher in The Rye

Sunday, February 9, 2014

ARTery

I was the one who traced that “katol” stand on our wall. I was the one who drew the hearts on our drawer. I drew stick figures on our wall, on our chair, on my brother’s books and even on my younger brother’s arm. You will still see some of my doodles in our house. I was that bubbly little Ayesha who can’t get enough of anything that can be used to draw—pencils, pens, crayons, markers, chalks, paints, charcoal and even pieces of broken pots. (Try it! Pieces of broken pots can be used to draw. ) I love to draw. I need it as much as I need to breathe. It’s like I was born holding a pencil.

When I was a kid, every time people ask what I wanted to be when I grow up, I always say, “I wanna be a painter.” The first cartoon I drew was Kero-keropi since it was my nursery bag. Oh the feeling of having drawn that big-eyed green frog! Heaven! This was followed by animes: Fushiji Yugi, Magic Knight Reyearth, Ghost Fighter, Samurai X, Slam Dunk, Flame of Recca, Hunter x Hunter, all the famous animes in the 90’s. I even drew the fairy in the “Alamat ng Kasoy.” I will never forget that Alamat ng Kasoy drawing for an uncle of mine told my father that I have good hands for art after seeing me sketching a fairy holding a cashew. I won’t forget that compliment.


When I was in high school, I used to join in poster making competitions. Every time I win, I have cash to take home. I love the feeling of my art being appreciated more than having the money though.  It was also in high school when a teacher of mine told me to take Fine Arts. Fine Arts? I don’t have the resources to enrol in Art School since we are a big family and I have brothers and sisters who were also studying. Fine Arts is too expensive. I did not take up Fine Arts but I continue to do arts. I never let my passion fade away. The little seedling of love I have for arts grow and grow as I grow older.


Then, I fell in love and sketched his face. How can I forget? How can I forget the details of his face –the line on his eyelids, the shape of his lips and the shape of his eye brows? An artist who loves notices even the smallest detail and considers every detail beautiful, even blemishes perfect. How can I forget?


I broke my heart  several times for so many reasons and have it stitched again by art. Art is healing. Art is happiness. Art is love, the love I’ve been keeping since I was a kid.


I enrolled to an art class. I started painting, painting the world.  I am the happiest.


When I was a kid I always say that I wanna be a painter.  Mr. Coelho says that if you want something badly, the whole universe will conspire for you to have it. Who says childhood dreams don’t come true?


I, a painter. I, an artist. :)


Yesha on the peace mural painting

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Simplicity


Jolie


Matagal kitang tinititigan, Sinuri bawat detalye ng iyong mukha -- mata, ilong bibig, kilay at kahit ang mga guhit sa iyong labi, Madalas kitang pagmasdan ngunit kahit kailan ay di pa nahawakan, Sa tuwing magdadaop ang ating mga palad, Ika'y nagiging buhanging unti-unting nahuhulog sa puwang sa pagitan ng aking mga daliri, Sa tuwing ika'y yayakapin, Ika'y nagiging usok at ako'y naiiwan lamang na yakap ang sarili, Ilang ulit kong ninais ilapat ang aking kamay sa iyong dibdib, Upang madama ang pintig ng puso mong aking pinangarap mapaibig, Ngunit sa tuwing isang dangkal na lamang ang layo ng aking palad sa iyo, Ika'y bigla na lamang naglalaho, Ilang beses kong sinubukan, paulit-ulit ngunit ika'y sadyang di mahawakan, Hanggang sa dumating sa puntong ika'y akin na lamang hinayaan, At iniwasan na lamang ding tingnan.
Matagal kitang tinititigan,
Sinuri bawat detalye ng iyong mukha -- mata, ilong bibig, kilay at kahit ang mga guhit sa iyong labi,
Madalas kitang pagmasdan ngunit kahit kailan ay di pa nahawakan,
Sa tuwing magdadaop ang ating mga palad,
Ika'y nagiging buhanging unti-unting nahuhulog sa puwang sa pagitan ng aking mga daliri,
Sa tuwing ika'y yayakapin,
Ika'y nagiging usok at ako'y naiiwan lamang na yakap ang sarili,
Ilang ulit kong ninais ilapat ang aking kamay sa iyong dibdib,
Upang madama ang pintig ng puso mong aking pinangarap mapaibig,
Ngunit sa tuwing isang dangkal na lamang ang layo ng aking palad sa iyo,
Ika'y bigla na lamang naglalaho,
Ilang beses kong sinubukan, paulit-ulit ngunit ika'y sadyang di mahawakan,
Hanggang sa dumating sa puntong ika'y akin na lamang hinayaan,
At iniwasan na lamang ding tingnan.


Terminator


David


Little Wings


Lady Drummer


Jovenes

(for sale)

I'll Grow You a Garden of Tulips