A way to say things...

Have not blogged for a long time but i had been painting. I do not require too much work for myself lately and this is quite evident in my very wild and loose watercolor sketches. Without the laborious details, it affords me to attend to other businesses among them is tending to things that grow and need my love and attention. 

Lately though, I find myself painting rocks and water with birds in it of course. It is a calming exercise. Hard and soft. Quiet and serene. 

Without words, I am remembering and saying what my feelings and thoughts are. 

Today I played hooky. Not meaning to. But i got myself in deep conversation with an in-law regarding the state of politics in the Philippines. Maybe the common tao look for heroes and some are taken bya law breaker with virginal appeal or pope cursing mangosteen, a robinhood who keeps the loot for himself and another who's got no (sex) appeal. Dangerous... Tsk tsk tsk. 

Oh well, so I ended up painting to once again claim my zen after I agitated myself with a quarter cuppa coffee and a passionate conversation - with a virtual walk by the beach and prolly sitting under the talisay tree waiting for the right moment to take a dip and wade like a duck. 

Work comes to me though so no, i did not play hooky after all.