AS I ALWAYS SAY, artists are a different kind of species of being.
Inside of them are a child and an adult. The child dictates what to draw and what to paint; the adult was the one that gives it some perspective. The imagination is supplied by this inner child and the one that makes things real, at least, on canvas or on any other material, was the adult that is also a child. This is the biggest ironies that you could ever imagine in your life.
Artists are beings of paradoxes and ironies.
“Artists are people driven by the tension between the desire to communicate and the desire to hide.” ~ D. W. Winnicott.
Sometimes, they want their concepts to be clear—as clear as the beautiful day during summer but they were times that they want to make clear concepts ambiguous—too ambiguous that it becomes similar to the riddle in the Sphinx’s tongue: a thing that you need to decipher, to decode; just like the mysteries of our ever expanding Universe that always baffle the minds of scientists, philosophers, the religious, and the ordinary folks alike.
Last July 7, 2016, at the ART Center in Megamall, 13 artists have decided to converge and show to the world, not only their works, but the prints of their own mind, spirit, and soul—Jun Martinez, Jun Rocha, Bing Siochi, Vic Bachoco, Egay Cornito, Liza Oppus, Nemesio “Nemi” Miranda Jr., Carlos “Cee” Cadid, Al Perez, Ton Raymundo, Nik Masangkay, and Bal Fornaliza.
The show was titled Likha, the Tagalog term for “creation” or “created.”
At the time of conception of an artwork, the artist transforms himself or herself as “god,” tapping or connecting into that source of beauty and perfection, which is their own souls and creative spirits which, on the other hand, are directly connected to the sources of beauty—nature, concepts, emotions, belief systems, philosophies, and even disbelief.
Artists, I will say it once again, are a different (and sometimes, weird and peculiar) species of being.
In his novel, Japanese author Haruki Murakami in his popular novel Kafka on the Shore has to say: “Artists are those who can evade the verbose.”
Because some artists do not “connect” to the power of the words, unlike as writers and bards, they tapped into a more powerful vehicle for their messages—visual images which are consist of lines, dots and colors with all its shades and hues. Moreover, the images were done with different strokes, with different intensity of colors and thickness and textures.
Indeed, Likha is a feast of colors and a show of artistic prowess of each artist included in the show.
As you gaze into each frame hanging on the walls of that exhibit hall in Megamall, you will learn to appreciate the beauty of even the most ordinary things, even the ingredients that you use in your favorite viand. Just looking at them, you will vividly imagine the smell of fresh fish and greens and the spices, which even until now were symbol of health, prosperity, and abundance.
Some frames are telling you stories about society, about imaginary things, and sometimes the disturbing images of some situations like war and chaos, which always bring fear, uncertainty, and restlessness.
There were works that will take you to the sleepy countryside, where they say the life is happy and almost laid back (however, it isn’t always true, the poorest of the poor were not all in the city but in the countryside, in the boondocks, and the seaside).
“The earth laughs in flowers,” said Ralph Waldo Emerson, and they were also there at the show—in full bloom, but without the chance of them to wilt and wither.
Of course, what is more beautiful than humans themselves? They, in fact, are considered as the most complex and the most intricate beings that the Grand Architect of the Universe has ever designed and built and created.
On that show or exhibition, they were there, with their emotions and strengths and weaknesses and fragility and their actions or activities. All of these things were immortalized either in a painting or the material carved and shaped into a sculpture.
They were there, and behind them were the backdrop of their past like the cobblestone streets of Vigan, or the Gothic or Baroque churches that were both bastion of religious and political power during the Spanish period.
I will say it again—Artists are beings of paradoxes and ironies.
While the things that do exist in this planet were “concrete,” they were times that they want to render them, on their canvas or sculpture, in the vaguest manner. But abstractionism, in all of its forms was, in fact, a type of reality—only presented in a different way.
Indeed, Likha is a festivity of colors, a showcase of talents, and somehow, a journey to a realization that everything—and life in itself—is beautiful and wonderful and mysterious and exciting.
“To create art with all the passion in one’s soul is to live art with all the beauty in one’s heart.”― Aberjhani, Journey through the Power of the Rainbow: Quotations from a Life Made Out of Poetry