Whenever I mix paint on my “improvised” palette, I would always feel that extreme excitement bursting in me. It’s an unexplainable feeling and I really love it! When water oozes on the table, when I get paint all over my fingers, and when I would accidentally dip my brush on my coffee, I feel elated.
Constantly painting reminded me of what happiness and joy was for me when I was a little fat kid. Happiness to me was when colors combine or when shapes are created or when funny surprises jump out of the artwork. I get those butterflies in my stomach all the time.
It seems as if I missed out on a myriad of things when I fully shifted my concentration on schoolwork. It felt so different when you’re dealing with “real life” that you tend to forget about art. I really could attest to that because for all those years of dormancy, it is only now that I have reconnected with the whimsical world of colors, lines, shapes, textures, etc.
And when I began to travel, explore new places, meet new people, and experience new things, I have added more depth to my works – stories that could somehow relay what I feel onto my paintings, colors that are bold and expressive.
At this point, after all those “moments” alone in spectacular places, I have found myself and my love for creating art.
This painting is my view when I sat on a cliff at Mt. Polis, Bauko, Mountain Province. Those “butterflies in the stomach” feelings were brought about by the breathtaking scenery while I was there, the altitude, and the cold winds. A reminder of what I felt before when I started painting as a child.