3 weeks of art, fishballs, & c2s
when you love something so badly, something that you've been wanting all your life, and along the way that dream seemed to drift away because of the demands of reality and survival, that somehow tear your idealisms and hopes, you'll still find ways to get it back. whatever means. just to say to yourself, you did your best. no regrets.
nearly putting aside everything for a "successful" and "rich" life, just a year ago, i had a vision of putting up an artist house that would serve as ground to inspire and teach young talented filipinos (jumping back to age 10, i told my parents that i want to be a national artist though i never knew how and what it means to be one.). that idea suddenly gave life to something that i have long forgotten, the colors on canvasses i see in museums, the multitude of strokes and lines that make up one simple picture. then i started drawing again just to see if i still have it. well, not bad but i still need to practice. until an opportunity to be enrolled in a basic drawing class came with the right timing and budget, i found myself under jamel obnamia's instructions. the workshop lasted for three weeks in which we learned mostly about reducing overwhelming objects into lines through techniques, modified blind contour and negative spaces. we also learned tone values through pointilism, cross-hatching, smudging, and shading, just to train the eyes where to place values in the drawing.
nearly putting aside everything for a "successful" and "rich" life, just a year ago, i had a vision of putting up an artist house that would serve as ground to inspire and teach young talented filipinos (jumping back to age 10, i told my parents that i want to be a national artist though i never knew how and what it means to be one.). that idea suddenly gave life to something that i have long forgotten, the colors on canvasses i see in museums, the multitude of strokes and lines that make up one simple picture. then i started drawing again just to see if i still have it. well, not bad but i still need to practice. until an opportunity to be enrolled in a basic drawing class came with the right timing and budget, i found myself under jamel obnamia's instructions. the workshop lasted for three weeks in which we learned mostly about reducing overwhelming objects into lines through techniques, modified blind contour and negative spaces. we also learned tone values through pointilism, cross-hatching, smudging, and shading, just to train the eyes where to place values in the drawing.
being a part of a class in which you can say everyone has talent and passion is really fulfilling that i felt i lost a lot of years off my age. this morning was our last day and exhibit. parents and friends came to see our 15 days hard work. the exhibit was formally opened by national artist napoleon abueva by blowing of bubbles.
posted by リー at 9:46 AM
2 Comments:
Aw, UPFA workshops are always so much fun. And even anyone who hasn't enrolled there would be able to tell from those pictures. ^_^ I loved your class's versions of Starry, Starry Night! Wow!
<3 Gogo
thanks! love your works too! i browsed your LJ. haha.. hope to see you on may 4.
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