Infinity

Masti India sketches

2008-05-10T02:32:00.000-07:00

“If there is paradise on the face of this earth, it is this, it is this." - Indian Mughal Emperor....
Allow me to let you see the beauty of India through my sketches...been there and i was awed by its mysticism. the majestic india gate...this 42-meter gateway commemorates more than 80,000 Indian soliders who fought during the war. The shrine is made of redstones showcasing more than 70,000 names of the soldiers inscribed on the arch. At the center of the gate is the shrine of the Amar Jawan Jyoti or “the flame of the immortal warrior”, which houses the tombs of the anonymous soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the country.
the red and buff sandstoned- Qutab Minar, a historical victory tower ranging 236 ft. The place consisted mostly of intricately carved Islamic monuments that showed the splendid artistry of Islamic architecture.
we chanced upon the musical fountain which is in my personal view a once in a lifetime experience to see the wonderful synchronicity of lights, sound and water in such a melodious presentation
Somehow I am impressed with the Indians’ sense of patriotism by preserving their unique culture and heritage despite the global westernization. Indian ladies still wear the sarees customarily from home to office and just about anywhere they go. They feel that sarees exude their sensousness and womanhood.
As we stood at the gate of the Akshardham, we were so enamoured by its beauty. It is said to be one of the largest temple that showcase Indian artistry and heritage. The temple is built in memory of Bhagwan Swaminarayan who is known to be the torch bearer of India.

Indian tombs display great architectural design that truly fascinated me...

Eureka

2008-01-08T15:50:00.000-08:00

if ever i realized "eureka"... the so-called faith and love helped me reach that unfathomable level of understanding life.

These are the scenes where I spend my time contemplating about life ….somehow these places help me realize many things. I always seek for answers trying to prove that I have made the right decision in my life. But somehow the truth confronts me that events exist as these are meant to happen. It is in the conviction of accepting the kind of life I have and what I can do out of it…so much like Sisyphus as the tragic champion.

photography ....learning it

2007-07-18T22:20:00.000-07:00

moods..moods..oh she definitely has it this time....

always have the eye for enthralling scenes makes me think how blessed i am.. .

Marigold ....up close

my escapades....

2007-06-30T23:42:00.001-07:00

building friendship does help you appreciate existence...

often times spending time with nature makes one feel rejuvenated ...

i have had my heart and mind spun around with nature and i watched it expand...makes me feel so at home with existence... it taught me to appreciate life and the ultimate Creator.

2007-06-01T06:51:00.000-07:00

the most cherished moment....

priceless...

- madonna and child (Yanni and Nanay)

metaphoric imagery

2007-05-20T00:43:00.002-07:00

i appreciate simplicity and somehow wanted to present myself in a simple black and white image _ excited to know how it looks and thought it did wonders..

But alas, nothing compares to color imagery.....
colors add vitality and life to anything.

the kiss

2007-05-07T18:03:00.000-07:00

this work is an output of one of those sleepless nights.

sketched in 10 minutes..non stop, no erasures, no pauses.

just purely sketched what is there .....an unfathomable experience.

it is in fact the worst one i ever did but closest to my heart.

also inspired by one of roshan's image creations....

some flicker of my images

2007-03-25T07:52:00.000-07:00

my recent sketches

2007-02-20T23:11:00.000-08:00

i've always dreamt that kind of joy that birds have...the joy of freedom, they can soar to where they want to be.

the moonlight lady is a depiction of woman's beauty beyond the surface.....you can feel her sensuality through her body movement even without seeing her face. she's a real venus.

i call her the wildflower....she resembles simplicity and elegance.

a manobo person...a member of the oldest tribal community in our place, they are the underprivileged and the most discriminated people.

jim morrison (The Doors) is one of my favorite artists..not only he writes songs and sings them with his fantastic style...he also is a poet.

the great thinkers...was inspired to sketch them by someone who similarly believed in their philosophy (foto from internet and sketched by me)

my sketches

2006-11-04T22:19:00.000-08:00

the Philippine Eagle is one of the rarest and largest bird in the world...I have always been fascinated by their magnificent wingspan.

another sketch on streetkid...i imagined her to be the sister of Arnold in my article.

up close...the kingly Philippine eagle..did this during my early years in sketching.

visualized to be my eden....

this is one of those early sketches i did...i call it my dream place.

A street urchin’s reverie

2006-10-24T06:35:00.000-07:00

Growing up on the noisy and crowded street of Plaza D.V. Soria, Arnold sleeps in the park with a used cardboard which he calls home.

He begs for money and food on the streets not minding the danger of the cars passing by. As soon as he wakes up, he starts begging for money from streetpassers and knock on window cars as it stopped for traffic lights. Then sunset comes, he goes back to the park to sleep again without having taken anything for dinner. This is Arnold’s life, though it is not something he dreamt of.

Arnold lived a life that is too painful for him to understand, something beyond his comprehension as a young boy. His early years of innocence with his family have been a nightmare from the beatings to the bellows he constantly received from his father and even his mother. His father was sent to prison for having beaten him badly and raped his sister Jenny. His mother, who is always angry, perceives life to be a curse.

He fled from home hoping to be free from the kind of havoc that imprisoned him for years.

While wiping some men’s shoes at the park, watching and cleaning parked cars, he dreams. Life has been rude towards him, not even understanding why, yet he never stopped dreaming about life. What does an innocent streetchild dream about?

One would be amazed as to how this one naïve boy could build hopes and aim something for himself. He would go up to the signpost and stare beyond the horizon of the noisy street not minding the pollution and the crowd. Sometimes he could not help but cry for nothing…not even knowing why he just had to do it but can never fathom this unexplainable emotion. Presumably, it is the ghost of his dim past that creeps back in but he is never grasping all that. He is too naïve and gullible to be able to grasp how life treated him.

Arnold likes to dream about a happy family and childhood, free from hatred and anger. A life that sees no resentment or brutality but only different from the kind of life he is in. His dream is of a mere existence that assures him of love, comfort and acceptance.

Sitting on top of the signpost makes him forget the images of his father beating him. It makes him erase the memory of his sister’s face (Jenny) crying out for help trying to flee from her father’s cruelty.

The signpost makes him feel numbed from all these pain brought about by hunger and fate. It somehow helps him get away from the harsh realities of life and see momentary happiness while sitting up there.

It is not something quite a sight but he is after all a child and a dreamer.

I just can’t afford to make this reverie turn sour, it is all what he got.