Epic fail . . .

Posted: November 12, 2016 in Litrato
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Charcoal + [My] Dark Arts = Failure

And so I’ve failed. I think I won’t do this again. I’ve learned my lesson: you cannot just match anything to any thing. Some arts need constant purity. Remedy has no place for this one, I believe. Have to practice more. I was betrayed by too much imagination.

P.S

Sorry for ruining your face. (insert sarcastic laugh here)

My 2nd Pencil Sketch: Seek The Truth

I remember the first time I had decided I would draw somebody, something on a paper properly. I was lying on my bed, thinking about learning new skill that day when suddenly I wondered why I did not inherit some of my uncles’ skills in arts, especially in drawing (I am pertaining to my uncles from my mother’s side: one is architect, and the other one  has a background in Graphic Arts). Then, I got paper and  Mongol pencil straightaway and did sketching. And boom! I surprised myself, discovered that I have some hidden talent in drawing. That moment lifted my self-confidence so much, and I realized that I really do know how to draw; I just did not take even a single step to do it, and a step to believe in myself before. I was always like that: wasting time and chances because of lack of self-esteem (Now, I am trying my best to manage that kind of bad attitude).

The picture above is my second pencil sketching using a mechanical pencil. That was the first proper sketching I had made, though. I know it is not beautiful in an artistic manner; I just uploaded it to remember one of those times I had found out a confidence to believe in myself, that I could do something as long as I teach myself to like it. And first times are worthy to remember, right?

Now, I am adoring and taking a great pleasure in the art of charcoal painting. Maybe, I will post my artworks soon, pretty or not, to see the progress of me in that field. I always thank God for making Arts exists.

(By the way, the meaning of the art is: Find God, not only in religion, but also in your life, especially in yourself.)

“And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.”

– Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

 

GAME OVER!

Paint Again. Puwede na ba pang-Manila Bulletin? Haha. Next time pencil sketching naman . . .

ALIENS!

Posted: October 17, 2013 in Litrato
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ALIENS!

Dahil walang magawa kaninang hapon, napagtripan ko iyung application sa accessories — PAINT. Kunwari artist. HAHA.

Luha ng Perlas

Posted: September 9, 2013 in Makata-kuno
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This is a tribute for Buwan ng Wika. August. Super late na. 😀

Ako si Juan na tubo sa Perlas ng Silangan,
Laking anak ng hirap, luha at kayamanan,
Kahit pa ang bayan ko’y puno ng perlas at ginto,
Bakit naiinggit pa rin sa kislap ng mga kano?

Naisipang pumunta sa tabing-dagat pagsapit ng dilim,
Inaninag ang mga pangarap na sa utak lamang nakatanim,
Binulong sa aking sarili, “Ako ba ay may mararating?”,
Kung di aalis dito ay paano na ako magniningning?

Huling lagok ng kape ay ininom sa tasa,
Inihanda ang lahat upang lumuwas ng umaga,
Madilim pa’y sumakay ng bangka patungo sa kabilang isla,
Walang lingon o sulyap, nilisan ang Perlas ng nag-iisa.

Lumipas ang taon at nagbunga nga ang mga pangarap,
Buong katawan ko’y kumikislap na alapaap,
Sumakay ng barko pabalik sa bayang iniwanan,
Labis ang pananabik sa bayan kong sinilangan.

Sa wakas at nakatapak muli sa iniwang Perlas,
Ngunit mukhang mali ‘ata ang tinatahak kong landas,
Naligaw ako’t naghanap ng mapagtatanungan,
Buti’t may nakayukong ale sa’king daraanan,

Damit ng matandang ale ay gula-gulanit,
Makikita ang kahirapan sa kanyang pananamit,
Kahit nandidiri, sa kanya’y lumapit,
Nagwika ng tanong na banyaga ang gamit.

Excuse me, can I ask you a question old woman?
Can you please tell me where is my hometown, Perlas ng Silangan?
I don’t care, It doesn’t matter even it’s far to roam,
I will pay you anything just tell me the way back home.

Laking gulat ko, siya’y kumaripas ng takbo,
“Sandali lang Ale!”, pagmamakaawa ko,
Saan man siya magpunta, siya’y aking sinundan,
Sa labi’y nagkaro’n ng ngiti ng maaninag ang tahanan.

Ngunit bakit ‘ata ang Perlas ay biglang nagbago,
Nagmistulang bayan ng pighati at ng abo,
“Oh my Gosh! What’s happening here?” ang tanging sambit,
Napaluhod sa lupa at sa ale’y napakapit.

Nalason na ang lupa at matatayog na puno,
Nawala na rin ang perlas at maraming ginto,
Tanaw sa baybay-dagat ang tiningalang mga dayuhan,
Tangay ang kayamanan na sa Perlas lamang matatagpuan.

Nagagalit sa sarili, at naghangad pa ng mataas,
Lahat pala ng hanap ko ay nandito na sa Perlas,
Tinalikuran ko ang aking bayan at aking kayamanan,
Pinagpalit sa bango ng amoy ng mga dayuhan.

Inakay ko ang matandang ale sa aking harapan,
Tumingala ako sa kanya at siya’y aking namukaan,
Siya si Inang Bayan na kinutya ko’t hinusgahan.
Umiiyak at lumuluha ngayon sa aking kandungan.

Ako’y biglang napayakap ng mahigpit sa kanya,
Humingi ako ng tawad na mayroong pagsinta,
Nawalan siya ng malay kasabay ng pagpikit ng mga mata,
Huli na ang lahat, wala na ang Mahal kong Ina.

😀

Paradise

Posted: August 7, 2013 in Litrato
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Paradise

Nakaka-touch. Natuwa ako. HAHA.