Then Again....Writer in The Closets

   Nearly three months in blog hibernation. I need redirection, sharpen the sword so to speak. As I stayed in the backdrop and watch things unfold....I came to this point, where I really must start talking again. There are lots of things to share (This lifetime would be inadequate to squeeze them all) and the field is ripe for the picking. 
   We have to thank the worldwide web for giving us the opportunity to express our thought even if some of them are junk. Come to think of it, there's no such thing as worthless idea, who would have thought that a humble paperclip would be a very useful inventions or a simple idea like facebook and twitter would make it in the mainstream?
   So here I am again, writing for the very simplest of all alibis, which is the urge to write. Checking this blog prove that very few had actually took the time to ream them, But who cares? My passion is to write ever since I was a boy with very little vocabulary to expound. I don't even care if my grammar was wrong but I was able to finish 3 Novels then (No copies available now) and more than a dozen short stories that only my closest of peer were able to read and the reviews where heartwarming. One friend even literally cried reading "The Way We Were" (1986) and the story still hangs on my memory and if given the luxury of time I might rewrite it again.

   As you can see, I don't even took the time to preserve my writings. The gratification of being able to write was enough for me. I'm still working on another novel since 1995 and the story was finish on my head but only 7 chapters was done at the moment. The reason is I'm not writing to earn, I write to quench the desire and express myself in words the same reason as my paintings. 
   So here I am blogging again, trying to contribute something even if it catches no attention at all. If you are reading this blog, I am so thankful to you that you took the time to listen to The Wisdom of A Fool.    
(You can check my other site: The Art of Realizationism & The Armor of God )
 

The Roots

   Signified by a sketch of a crampled paper,
the confirmation of the 

artist/blogger's baptism to the art scene. 

To me, I considered the Visual Art Workshop at Cultural Center of the Philippines or CCP is the birthmark of my artistry. As a kid I was never allowed to draw....my mother prohibits me but who can resist an instinct that never cease to pulsate on my pulse? Of course, I disobey....and one day my mother  discovered my drawings hidden under my bed and as a result he hammered my hand twice, but luckily no bones were broken. 

   In that childhood scenario I grew up naive in the arts, but at times my mother would allow me to draw but discourages me to take it seriously. I always wanted to take Fine Arts and obviously that would be impossible so I was oblige to study college at PNC and took Bachelor of Science in Elementary Education. Daily I would asked God "Why I am here?" All I can see then are gloomy future ahead of me if I become a teacher....

   But one day Dra. Loreto Castillo-Gloria (Head, Music & Arts Dept.) told me "I want to send you to a free art workshop, I can't think of anyone else....CCP send us this invitation and the school allowed only 2 representative one is from the admin." 

   I can't recall how I reacted but it was the happiest news I ever heard in my entire life.

   From then on I never question God's plan in my life. I simply let Him work....

THE LABORATORY

By simply gathering experience as they came with the acceptance of whatever (the) results from previous choices. 

That is the foremost driving force in coming-up with my artworks most especially the Visual Manuscript that aims to record, thus journalized details of each and every feelings of the given moment.

   There are two artistic polarities converging within me. What are these basic impulses? Namely, the urge to write and the desire to paint....both energies fluctuates almost simultaneously, that is why I saw the need for a steady input of data -- which my visual journal as a lifetime thesis presents in randomized thoughts.

   Therefore, Realizationism may occur during or before the actual performances.