Tuesday, April 13, 2010
After The Storm
Nearly all of my artworks had been destroyed by super typhoon Ondoy...
this work was done after that devastating event.
So what can you expect from this blog?
This is my resurrection after migrating to a new chapter in my life.
In spite of the many obstacle that happen after I gave up my
work & decided to fully venture into a life that I
always wanted -- to extend my share with this gift that came from God.
The Roots; The Fisher's Chronicle
To fully understand how Realizationism Art begun and evolve it is inevitable not to have a glimpse of my life experiences which is the very foundation of all my artworks. I will try as much as possible to be very honest although I reserve some private episode intact on my paintings. The visual revelation is what this evolving artwork is trying to impart...
The playfulness or the spontaneity of my strokes and styles came up after those accidental turn (which is actually not a result of mere chance but of divine interference) and so I am oblique to reveal some of those important details that leads to Realizationism...
The
FisHER Chronicles
The Echo of the Random Man
Summer
of 1985, when my life truly begun…it was one of those cherished moment in my
entire life. It was also the day when I finally begun considering myself as an
artist.
The Roots
On the eve of July 10, 1967 the drama
started…my mother was pronounced clinically dead when I came out of this word. She
challenged the existence of the Almighty in her dying breath…or perhaps her
last cross-over request that she would be granted to carry me into her arms
before God would take her…and then her prayers were answered when the flash of
light fierce thru her forehead.
The hospital staff was perhaps amazed at the
wonderful works of God. If they still consider miracle as a work of a Supreme
Being besides science. So I was special…perhaps…
Yes, I always thought that that incident was
enough proof that I would be an important citizen of this planet. Besides, I
was baptized immediately because they thought I would not live long because I’m
a very sickly child. Now after 4 decades I realized that the world would in
fact exist without me…probably even much better.
As a boy, I had to be classified as a mild
case of Introverts. Although I have a normal social life of a little boy…I
brawl, laugh, cried, peep, and jest. But I enjoy most, the company of my
imaginary friends. It was perhaps very normal for a creative individual to act
like that. I never outgrew that fantasy
world that is why I was destined to be an artist.
Artists never grow up…. Always wondering and
always trying new things. They must retain that child-like quality or they’ll
end up in an asylum.
I explore every available resource then…draw
on walls, cabinet, floors, even on myself. That usually put me into trouble with
my mother.
Yet, I was not groomed to be an artist…or to
even think that I can be an artist. I can not draw anything unless it is a school
project. My father was an artist too (No perhaps, maybe his dreams had died
along the way) but never encourages me to take it as a serous career path. In
fact, he thinks that artistry is for the elite…the chosen few….and I am not the
chosen few. Perhaps his own experience taught him those bylaws. My mother
approach to my arts was totalitarian….a hostility towards anything related to
my desire to draw.
So when she discovered my hidden artworks
under my bed, she was so enraged and took a hammer and crushed my hand twice.
Luckily my father was there to rescue me…it was a mild hit I know but it hurts
and knowing the temper of my mother when she’s mad, she sometimes turn
uncontrollable. My hands were numb the whole day…I remember withdrawing to my
room sobbing…the pain was not on my hand’s alone but it pierce inside my soul.
I was told never to draw anymore. I fell asleep…when I woke up; I saw all my
artworks burned into ashes. That was the day when my dreams slowly
extinguished.
THE REBIRTH
When I enter collegiate life, I've felt
squeezed from every side. I don’t want to be an educator but it was the chosen
path of my mother for me. It was a daily struggle to meet the academic standard
of PNC. It was the best school for future teachers….and I feel I don’t belong
here.
I never know
what brought me here, as if somebody led my hand
It seems so
hard to understand my course was planned….
God knows better…one summer afternoon on my
2nd year; I was called by Dr. Gloria to drop by in her office. I was
surprise and felt so blessed when she told me that she’s sending me for a free
art workshop in CCP.
I was elated yet at the same time afraid to
announce to my parents that I would be attending a workshop about arts. I was
surprise that my mother simply didn’t react. She finally gave in. And with that
acceptance, or partial acknowledgement my life begins…..
The Soul-Search
The CCP workshop taught us to create
portfolio of our progress as a student artist. The result was that I’ve
accumulated tons of works and studies. After the workshop I did not stop and
began my venture to discover my insignia…this brought me to my self-search. I
tried every medium and experimentations available. Once I’ve decided to call
myself as a genre artist, recording the daily scenes but then this period was
short live since I’m more inclined into painting faces…not necessarily copying
the face but the feeling…then I also venture into painting uncared object, like
old shoes, slippers, and label myself as a still-life artist of the scamp.
THE TEAR-OUT STYLE
To keep track of my progress I created
albums to file these works…then by chance (I always believe in divine
intervention) while working on a cover design I accidentally discover the
tear-out style, which is directly writing on the artwork itself…that style I
have retain and called my own signature style.
With this style I began exploring my
capacity only to discover my limitations.
The Glitch
Since mostly self-taught there are areas
that I can not comprehend or execute. The advice of my mentors at CCP to
regularly visit galleries was encouraging and my only source to learn painting…all
I did was observation…trying to duplicate what I saw in experimentations.
Here is my first tear-out experiment,
combining pastel and watercolor plus the first work to have the written word
directly on the art work itself.
MY TEACHERS
Reading is my best source of information.
Not about how to paint but what the Masters think. I read biographies of
artist…and luckily PNC had libraries enough to supply what I need…though not
that sufficient. I also try to learn the various schools of thought in ART like
classical, impressionism, cubism, abstract, and most especially surrealism.
Science text-books also became my source of
learning to paint. Albert Einstein had taught me a lot…he taught me about
awareness and curiosity.
The Gospel Art
There was a Film-showing that day by The
Maranatha Christian Ministry about Satanic Music, back-masking and so on…it was
an eye-opening experience for me. I was a searching lost soul then, already
accepted Jesus Christ as my savior and begun to be an avid Bible reader since
High-School. I read a lot about Christianity, religions, occult, and almost
anything that would consume the gigabyte of my brains. I love information and
this seminar that I attended enlighten me couple with another divine coincidence….I
was also scheduled to attend that same afternoon an art exhibit at CCP on Fil
Dela Cruz one man-show…he was called a surrealist.
Surrealism will enable me to tell the story
I want to share…if there is Gospel music then there is gospel art. As well as
Satanic Art….so I search…go back to reading more about history.
I started to write this entire discovery and
research in to The Preacher in Colour (1986)…now this was lost too. But some of
the fragment I have kept in my Visual Manuscripts.
THE BOOK-MAKER
Laboratory of Personal Experience
Perhaps, I was more of a writer than a
painter…I chronicle all my progress then, concise those things and create my
collections into books. That is how my Visual Manuscripts began; by pure
randomness of events…by recording all my feelings in my artworks…the
philosophy, the angst, the search…it has become my Laboratory of Personal
Experience.
I can not recall how many times I’ve
re-created my first Art Journal or what I simply label at that time as Junk Art…it
was financially draining me too beside the blood, sweat, and tears I’ve shed on
it. These visual manuscripts had become my Lifetime Thesis.
Realizationism, an artist collection
(recreated around 1995) was the incorporations of all my earlier art journals
that span the era of 1985 to 1990s…at least those I manage to save…
Unfortunately, I did not save some of my
earlier collections (The Touch, Glimpse, The Literal Colours, etc…) due to
varied reasons. Mostly moving and dying hopes ended the immortalization process
of my earlier collection.
WHEN REALITY BITES
After leaving PNC my artistry was set
aside…I had to face daily necessities of a working man.
Chapters on this period will have to be hidden....
THE ART OF
REALIZATIONISM
Realizationism Art is a process…an on-going
processing of experiences. Sometimes random that follows the dictates of
feelings and emotions. While allowing sporadic images to come naturally and
with all honesty yet there was intent to analyze the essence later. Therefore I
coined it Realizationism--to realized, to
internalize…
In 1995 the neophyte concept begins from
devastating experiences. It was my healing process why I recreate the visual
journal Realizationism…time to tear down and time to be rebuilt.
Randomness and a
static state of mind often hinder my capacity to finish a project. Ever since I
started journalizing my art pieces up to now there are still no finish book….
The Visual Book-Maker
In 1986 I begun creating unique book after the visual art workshop at CCP (1985). Thru that self-search period I discover the infant concept of Realizationism....wherein I first created the book The Literal Colour, from that humble beginning I now found my lifetime thesis thru the creations of these Visual Manuscript, I just don't paint anymore but actually create a living journal of my personal experiences and thus realized within myself that Art should be an evolution---the very reflection of the world. After years of revision The Quantum Fragment (1995) emerges as a laboratory and visual diary of an enlightenment I now wish to share to all, non-artisan alike.
The Literal Colour
I've always been fascinated in creating a unique book. Most of my paintings are intended to be compiled and rarely for framing....since I always make series of pictures.
The first visual manuscript was a product of over a decade in trying to conceived a compilation of my artworks. Surprisingly serve to be some sort of memorabilia to reunite my soul with the past, to revive and give new meaning to those supposedly destroyed artworks.
Since most of my early works were eroded by time or mishandle by most people and a failure in some ways specially during my early self-searching years -- I therefore mount a positive action action not to let them decay.
Currently, I am simultaneously working with 4 visual book The Quantum Fragment, Same Ground, Migration, and Ecclesiastes. I'll try in the days to come to share to you these undertaking.
The Art?
First of all this art form is an experience. The experience of the mind, body, and spirit. It is therefore impossible to achieve overnight but a continuous process of learning and unlearning. The painting styles does not strict itself on any areas of execution nor methodologies. It is a whole concept or ideas that deals with the behavior on how the artist correlate with his works....which sustains itself thru evolutions.
There is an exchange of energy between the artist and his works. Unlike any other painting style like impressionism, cubism, surrealism among others, Realizationism on the other hand embraces any medium of execution but in a more satisfying approach to Art.
This ''art experience'' does not limit itself on the aesthetic value but extend toward spiritual level of awakening.
Fragmented Thoughts, Acrylic on Paper...the first of Random Fragment series... |
My Visual Manuscripts |
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