Monday, August 13, 2018

Projects: 26 Days of Art

We are now halfway, today marks the 13th day of the 26 Days of Art project we are currently doing with our Contemporary Philippine Arts in the Region class. The only rule of this art project is to create one art form and share it online via Instagram or Facebook with the #26daysofart for 26 days. Nothing special, I guess. What really impresses me is that everyone have been producing noteworthy images and awe-inspiring art. I don't have any idea how to measure the success of this project but all I know September and October are beautiful months to surprise them. I just want to give a shout out to the universe. I'm excited.

the dream that you lost will find its way home

Day 11 - Daily Dose of Words, 26 Days of Art by Lyca Bawisan


Here are some of the projects shared at  Instagram


Allow me to share a poem that somehow resonated with me:

"Stuck"
KJ Uraca

In the end, this journey was just futile
It was absurd to think it was real
Foolish of me to believe it was possible
But I was just naive and way too gullible

I've been desperate to see whats ahead
Too much fervor on where it may lead
And now, where am I? Im stuck!
Trapped and cant find my way back

Frozen in fear, lost in thoughts
I can hear the clock go tick tock
Yet my world seemed like it stopped
I was stupid to believe on such a crap

It really was hopeless after all
Recklessly taking this venture even if the chances were small
But now here I am in this bottomless pit
Screaming deep inside as I fall

My body seems like burried half beneath the ground
Half dead as I take this heavy steps
Just waiting for the time bomb to blow
But then I met time

Sunday, March 25, 2018

Mga Hunghong sa Kasingkasing


Never did I imagine that I would end up compiling poems that my little critters created. Anyway, the whole content is in our local language, which is Bisaya. Their were no edits done in the poems. Again, Mga Hunghong sa Kasingkasing is compilation of the poems written and read in the class. The poems talked about love for parents and the other kind of love that they feel for their special people.

Below is the online book uploaded in issuu.com I hope you have fun reading.

Sunday, February 11, 2018

Personal: Of questions and answers

Sunset in Barangay San Isidro, Nabunturan, Compostela Valley

There were questions that we can not answer, and there were questions that need not to be answered. These were our thoughts that came up as our lips touch the sliced pizzas that were served to us by the newly opened pizza place here in Nabunturan, Pizza Kaya. The owners are from the neighboring city of Palms, Tagum. Opening up the secret was hard, it was, but what fascinates me is that the two fragile beings were kind enough to listen. I’m sharing this, for me lessen the burden. It’s stressful. I’m writing it down, to come in terms with it and to know that this shall pass.

Sunday, January 7, 2018

Personal: Of whys and structures

I always get asked with the question, why?. And I would racked up my brain and come up with a constructed answer. But little did I know that that question was vital. Important in such way, it framed an idea on how I live a part of my life.

There are certain things at the moment that have been stretching my mind, it is restructuring ideas and views of certain aspects that I have been battling with since I made myself a point that my own definition of success is: contributing in nation building.



To go or not to go, is another phrase that have been bothering me since then. It was a reaction to certain details that have been happening in the journey. It is never a question of happiness, I am contented, but to see things that has been veering away from the structured views I am seeing made the walls, that I made and have been protecting me since day one, to slowly crumble.


I love the journey. I love who's in charge, and I love the dedication that everyone is putting in. But what made the whole journey so bumpy, is the inability of who is in front to see the bumps that must be hurdled, slowly. The passengers could see other bumps but is afraid to say to slow down, that it may cause them something so dear in their heart. There is chaos. A violent one. And to pacify it may cause brokenness. And to pick up the pieces means bleeding oneself. As much I would like to speak but it may only hurdle.



I want to come out whole. Battered may be, but in one piece. I see beauty in a structure, and if that structure is slowly falling down, I look up in the sky and ask the same question that have been asked to me, why.

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

Simballay Festival 2017 in the eyes of my students



And the whole Simballay celebration ended in a high note. There were issues raised and there were bashing and you know people who couldn’t even see the bright side of things. Anyway, the thing about photographing light-filled areas is your camera settings; you have to put it into a night mode.

I like how this year’s Simballay Festival went, with the umbrella walkways, and the Balay-balay is in their original place.

But what I really like about this year’s celebration is that I had my students wrote about their experience of this year’s fete, and I will be sharing some it below:

Joshua, a proud resident of Barangay Magsaysay enjoyed seeing different crops that made the barangays in the municipality stand out. Venus shared that she did not expect that Simbalay festival would left a mark in her heart.

Victor is looking forward for next year's Simballay Festival. While Cris, not from Nabunturan shared that though he is not a Nabunturanon, he can feel the happiness there is in a proud Nabunturanon individual.

Ella is overwhelmed and afraid that the streets would explode because of its content. "Thankfully, it didn't.", she wrote.

Sheryl felt connected seeing with the booths ingeniously featuring the locals' way of living, original crafts and arts, and tourist spots. Bea and Therese enjoyed the fete.

For Ruben, it’s all about the lights, it has always been the lights, and how they shimmer and stretch, grow and recede, strive and shrink. One moment the light was a singular thing, a path to heaven. The next moment, it was a collection of many, an army made of light marching everywhere.

While for Justine, Simballay Festival is for the hearts of every Nabunturanons.


Image from Turismo Nabunturan Facebook Account

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