Poetry About Arts Novels & Stories

Nasa thirty silang attendees doon. "As an artist, I draw inspiration from the natural world – the vibrant colors, textures, and patterns that surround us. My art is about capturing the essence of a moment, a feeling, or a memory," pagpapatuloy ni Kaida. "At alam ko as I requested, dapat may sketch na kayo ng inspiration ninyo. Doon ay i-a-apply ninyo ang magiging learning n'yo from this workshop." Sabay-sabay silang nagsabi ng 'yes'.

Isang kulay, pero sapat para ipakita ang lahat—pain, longing, hope, and love. And she knew it. She could see it. Kahit hindi niya sabihin nang diretso, ramdam ko. My art spoke louder than any polite compliment she could offer. “Mas maganda pa rin po ang mga gawa niyo. You’re my inspiration, Mrs. Forester,” sabi ko na may ngiting pilit pero magalang, habang nagpipigil ng hilab ng sikmura. Kung puwede lang sumuka sa harap niya, kanina ko pa ginawa. Hindi ko talaga kayang makipagplastikan, pero kailangan. Para sa misyon. Para sa hustisya. Para sa paghihiganti.

marahas naman niyang tanggi kung kaya nilingon ko siya. “Ang arte mo, maganda ka ba?” taas ang isang kilay kong puna sa kaniya. “Bakit, bawal bang mag-inarte kapag panget?” namewang niyang tanong. “Binabagayan kasi ang pag-iinarte.” natatawa kong tugon. Kanda tulis naman ang kaniyang nguso na inirapan ako.

Larawan ko ito habang nakatanaw sa malayo at iginuhit ito gamit ang isang charcoal pencil. Nakangiti ako'ng pinagmamasdan ang portrait picture ko. Masarap kasi sa pakiramdam kapag may isang tao na pinaglaanan ka nang panahon kahit konting oras lang para magawa'n ka ng obra o maiguhit ka. I know how it feels because I'm a visual artist too. I always appreciate those artworks of my co-artists. Because for me every piece of an artwork from artist is valuable. It takes a lot of time, effort, creativity, and wholeheartedly giving to create a masterpiece.

Hearts are never broken and the smiles are taken as a very valuable and irreplaceable treasure. Random lang ako kumuha ng mga litrato, sa mga bagay na magaganda at sa mga bagay na hindi mo araw-araw nakikita, it may be called "weird" but it's beautiful. Photography is art. And the best art that I have ever photographed is her.

Si Liovie. "Art is not just about what we see." I said into the microphone, my voice was steady despite the distraction. "It’s about the soul behind it. The stories we tell when words are not enough." As I finished my speech and the applause erupted, hindi ako dumiretso sa mga cocktails o sa mga board members na gustong makipag-shake hands. I walked straight to Liovie. Nakita ko kung paano nag lumiwanag ang mukha niya nang makita akong papalapit.

Sumang ayon naman ako at nag libot libot na rin. As I walk around the place, I find myself immersed in a world of creativity, surrounded by fellow artists, art enthusiasts, and curious onlookers. The venue is adorned with various paintings, sculptures, and other forms of artwork, each piece representing a unique perspective or emotion captured by its creator. The atmosphere is vibrant with excitement and anticipation as visitors eagerly explore the diverse collection of artworks on display.

I have made an art piece. It's made from 'baging'. It is a multi-purpose artwork. It could be a 'patungan ng mga kaldero' kawali' and it would be an adornment because it looks like a house. For sure, it will gain appreciations from appreciative people who has an eye for aesthetics and arts.

Pero sa kanyang isipan, tila nandoon parin ang mga ngiti ni Ezekiel at ang kanilang mga kwentuhan. Sa mga susunod na araw, patuloy silang nagkikita. Sa isang pagkakataon, nagpasya silang dumaan sa isang art exhibit sa kanilang bayan. “Cearina, tingnan mo ang mga painting dito! Ang ganda!” sabi ni Ezekiel habang pinagmamasdan ang isang abstract na obra. “Ang galing ng artist! Parang nakikita ko ang emosyon sa mga kulay,” sagot ni Cearina, na tila nahuhumaling sa ganda ng mga likha.

She felt like all joy had been taken away from her that she cannot give life to any art anymore. She tried. Hard. But her heart and mind feels like an endless darkness— without light, without colors, and without life. At kahit na hindi niya aminin, nape-pressure siya. Nape-pressure siya kasi may bagong collection na lalabas ang mommy niya. Her mother wanted to feature a section for works. But at that rate, she doubts if she can produce even just a single painting before the deadline. Napabuga ng hininga ang dalaga, muling tumitig sa blangkong canvass na nasa kanyang harapan. Umiling pagkatapos.