Teachings Amidst Anthuriums
Painting in the Garden I was five years old. I was drawing flowers with a man in the middle of an anthurium garden. Birds were chirping, while the sun drew circles of light on our skin—light that peeked through the foliage. We sat on flowerpots and started sketching....
Weird? No, I’m Unique!
The Pain of an Artist Despite growing up in a home full of love and acceptance, I was a creative girl who was emotionally unstable. I was filled with insecurity, self-condemnation, and unhealthy perfectionism. I thank God for giving me a creative mind. As an artist, I...
From Fisherman to Presidential Portrait Artist
I grew up familiarizing myself with the types of fish I had seen in the ocean of Jolo, Sulu. At a young age, I would join the “hulbot hulbot” (fishing boat) with the adults to fish in the sea for weeks. I was raised near the shores of Sangali, Zamboanga City. My late...Mentored in the Anthurium Garden
I was five. I was painting with a man in the middle of an anthurium garden. Birds were chirping while the sun drew circles of light on our skin as it peered through the leaves of the tree we were under. We sat on pots and started sketching. That moment was imprinted...Get your copies now!
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