Did Freddie Join Us?

Seems irreverent to think of Freddie as a moth... small, brown, seemingly inconsequential. Why not a large, grand Monarch butterfly instead? But they said that would have made it hard for him to get inside Kalye Juan and join in our celebration. Oo nga naman!

And come to think of it, that was how Freddie was. A puny-looking, quiet man hiding the National Artist who used his words to portray his anything-but-grand view of the world!

I think he enjoyed our company that night. I think he was mighty proud of all that we had become. Love you, Freddie!

Photo by Fe Muit

Mactan Island

Ang mga puno sa isla ng Mactan, Katatagan ng mga Pinagbuklod-buklod!

The KIWI

He knew what he wanted. He knew his physical limitation yet he circumvented this. He knocked down all the stumbling blocks in his life. He did not give up. He toiled long and hard. He shed a tear for his triumph. Not allowing the prospect of death to get in the way of his dream!

I envy the KIWI!

The Ego, ignored

I read an entry in one blog which said that the Ego holds one back from expressing his creativity. That is probably true for me. I want to create art but I am always so afraid it will not pass the aesthetic standards of people . Well, most especially because I happen to have a sibling who is an artist! Like most things that I do and say, I am afraid I will be judged negatively. So, I always keep to the safe side of the road. Seldom venturing into the exciting but dangerous beyond-the-limit land. The ego, personified!

But I have come to a point in my life that reacquainting myself with my Id seems like a good idea. No longer afraid of being ridiculed or criticized. No longer hostage to my high Agreeableness score in the Big 5 (After all, I also have a high Openness score!). No longer caring if my work pales in comparison to L's.

And so the attempt to capture the flowers in Sonya's garden. And so the (so unlike me) vibrant colors. And so I unveil my art!

"The Ego produces Resistance and attacks the awakening artist." (Steven Pressfield The War of Art)

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USC Talamban Chapel, Cebu

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