Where do broken hearts go? Here’s the secret sauce. My friend revealed at an early stroll by the bay: Paint to heal a broken heart. Hetold Jim Carrey is also doing the same. Here are my priceless life lessons in a year.
Toodles X Florals is a project that I made last 2017 when I was coping with my bipolar weathered emotions dealing with heartbreak.
Toodles are swirls that I got addicted with. It’s a graphite tonal range training. That’s another talk. I’ll feature my Strathmore journal next week.
I later on fell in love with colors. Faces were forever a joy. It paved way to self discovery, an instant f*ck boys immunity, and a priceless learning season.
My works may not be as cohesive. These are the pieces that made me so alive in the moments when I felt I’m six feet under.
What Eggs Do You Like?
Remember that Runaway Bride Julia Roberts scene when she made a lot of egg dishes to find out what she really wanted? The metaphor is the same as picking what you are most passionate about. Experiment on materials. This is the season of give-no-f*cks. Enroll in classes that expand your horizons.
Major major careers have grown and flopped with #MissInternational2017
Past 12 hours awake, I got tied with the colors instead of the quote. Sleepy to the core, I made a beautiful hot mess.
I remember the film Pursuit of Happyness with a Y. It felt like a crown that I never had. I have even uploaded this to my Facebook feed for hours. A friend noticed. He was the only one who caught me. Indeed it triggered people to STAY CURIOUS.
Adulting is hard. Laugh harder.
Yes, I have wasted a block. I forgive my self. Lettering is expression. It’s a challenge on how I can view and reshape things.
These dumbfounded moments are our passes to creativity. We should never felt shameful about it. Fuel that sh*t to pump you further.
Snooze you lose yet you do. An hour passed, you can’t even lift a finger till you see it is really time to get up. You grab yesterday’s socks. The floor sort of aired it. Wearing whatever is left in your closet, you tied your hair up and go.
One eight o’clock stormy morning, a leftie was born in the Manila suburbia. I guess that’s how my name was from Ara means rain, Sacha means warrior.
Life’s a fight. I kept on toiling on and off with the arts, just like you drifting in life mindlessly. Yes, you. Our encounters may be just a stolen glance from a local gallery, a one night of dabbling on paint and wine, or a short-lived personal project -started, but never ended.