Magandang Umaga Philippines!
Paco Garospe(click) is known as the Picasso of the Philippines.
I lived in the Philippines as a young art teacher and had some wonderful experiences there. I met artists and took art classes as well. It was a wonderful time in my life. I learned many things during that time, about myself, my country and the world. The Filipino people were kind and patient mentors of a young American abroad. I was greeted with generosity and warmth wherever I traveled. I had a little brown Dodge Dart that I drove to Manila and Baguio and back. I rode through dirt roads with pot holes in a cane field for miles to take a short cut to Manila with the warm island breeze drifting in my car windows. I need to have a t-shirt that says I drove in Manila and survived! I watched local craftsmen carve statues in a variety of woods. I watched tiny woman, as strong as a man, throw huge pots of a wheel. I drew and painted and took photographs, but mainly I experienced life. I learned to love lumpia and pork adobo. I rode jeepenys through town and shopped in the open markets. I saw rice fields with slow moving water buffalo and small children riding on their backs.
I saw families so tender and patient with children it touched my heart. I snorkeled the crystal clear waters and floated above a universe of the most beautiful sea life one can imagine. I rode through head hunter territory to the terraced mountains of Banaue. And it was there I had an experience that would later become a major piece of art for me.
So to the Filipino people, I say salmat po! Thank you!
 |
| google image |
I lived in the Philippines as a young art teacher and had some wonderful experiences there. I met artists and took art classes as well. It was a wonderful time in my life. I learned many things during that time, about myself, my country and the world. The Filipino people were kind and patient mentors of a young American abroad. I was greeted with generosity and warmth wherever I traveled. I had a little brown Dodge Dart that I drove to Manila and Baguio and back. I rode through dirt roads with pot holes in a cane field for miles to take a short cut to Manila with the warm island breeze drifting in my car windows. I need to have a t-shirt that says I drove in Manila and survived! I watched local craftsmen carve statues in a variety of woods. I watched tiny woman, as strong as a man, throw huge pots of a wheel. I drew and painted and took photographs, but mainly I experienced life. I learned to love lumpia and pork adobo. I rode jeepenys through town and shopped in the open markets. I saw rice fields with slow moving water buffalo and small children riding on their backs.
 |
| google image |
So to the Filipino people, I say salmat po! Thank you!
