(left - "detached"
right - "pagmuni ng diwata" final touches na lang)
it took me more than a month (including multiple drying process) to finish the second oil painting for this year. i noticed a huge difference about these two paintings and its not just the subject but also in terms of the color, strokes, and how these two send meaning/feelings to the spectators.
i think as i'm creating or even visualizing them, they mirror my state of mind and emotions during the process. this is all new for me since i just tried oil painting recently.
i think thats why other artists are so attached with their works to the point that they are not willing to send them to new homes.
for the past few months, i dabble with different mediums but oil painting helped me get this certain connection with my work. from drafting several poses of the subject to adding white butterflies, they simply have their own purpose to establish a story within one picture. why did i paint lilies or roses instead of other flowers? why did i choose cool toned colors rather than warm? why does some lilies looked like they haven't bloomed yet?
it tickles the mind of the curious. 😊
i avoid explaining too much about the paintings, since i dont want to box the meaning & interpretation of people who look at them. i also enjoy when some of my friends examine my works na parang palaka na dini-dissect. their interpretation is a combination of the painting and their experience in life. kaya parang iba't ibang pattern ang nagagawa nila sa paghabi ng istorya.
where there is light,
a shadow appears.
the cause and effect
when life interferes.
the same rule applies
to goodness and grief;
for in our great sorrow
we learn what joy means.
-sorrow, sleeping at last
fault lines tremble underneath my glass house.
but i put it out of my mind
long enough to call it courage
to live without a lifeline.
i bend the definition
of faith to exonerate my blind eye.
'til the sirens sound, i'm safe.
-earth, sleeping at last
still i’m pinned under the weight
of what i believed would keep me safe
so show me where my armor ends
show me where my skin begins
like a final puzzle piece
it all makes perfect sense to me…
the heaviness that i hold in my heart belongs to gravity
-pluto, sleeping at last