Love Songs - Cover & Dedication

Orchid And Poetry

Violets

Flowerbush

Dawn From My Window

Floral

Rainforest

Berries

Cabbage Rose

Cherry Blossoms

The Farmhouse

Window

Stress

Tropical

Hearts

Apple Tree

Besties

Weed

Cactus

Flower

A Strangely Foggy Manila Morning

 

A Strangely Foggy Manila Morning

Grey on grey on grey on grey,

Tones upon tones combining,

Momentarily unaware of where I lay,

I gaze upon the cold of the morning.

Devoid of the familiar bright sunlight,

The fog embraces the city.

It fills the air with its strange frozen bite,

Dulling the morning's cacophony.

I lay awake yet half-asleep,

Much like the streets beneath me

And I pray to the gods my soul to keep

As the grey swallows my city.

A Dragonfly Sketch

 

One of the best things my IPad has brought into my life would be the new creative outlets it has opened for me. Probably the best (and most worthwhile) of these would have to be Paper. All the preceeding artworks, aside from this one, were made with my handy-dandy stylus on my IPad.

Dragonfly

The Home I Built

When first I was handed the keys to what would invariably turn into my kingdom, it was all bare bones and concrete. The windows were skewed. The doors hung at an angle. The second floor was more a grid of girders with plywood on them than an actual second floor.

Still, I had a vision for what my personal world, my sanctuary, would look like. I envisioned cool grays, whites and blacks mixed with warm chocolate tones and punctuated with little punches of aquamarine. 

I had lived with my parents for over thirty years of my existence and I felt it high time that I stepped away from that sheltered life to strike out on my own. Because of this, I had a timetable. The year would not pass by without my moving into my own space. Imagine my disappointment when, after two months, my contractor leaves without any word of notice.

I had by this time become part-owner to a little neighborhood bar, having bought into the place with several friends after the owner expressed his desire to have partners to help run the place. I rallied a troop comprised of a carpenter and his brother who did the work on renovating our bar to continue progress on my (hopefully by the time it is finished) little piece of heaven.

I don’t recall how long it took. The work would stop and start sporadically. I was already living in the space by the time paint was being done. Hard as that was, it gave me a sense of being in control of a situation that was anything but. Still, at the end of the day, the satisfaction that you are eating your sandwich made from your bread with ham and mayo that came out of your refrigerator made the ordeal worth every agony.

I have lived in this home for close to a decade. It is still a work in progress. I still change things time and again (if budgets permit). One thing will not change, though. This is a home I fought to finish. This is a home I gave birth to. This is the home I built.