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Garden Home Mural Project: Day 3
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I started this on a bare surface. Because of the rigid lines for the letters and latticework, I decided to mark off the grids and outline the letters. Everything after that was done freehand. Everything after this will be done freehand.
I was really excited to start this project, as were my contacts at the Garden Home, in particular, Angela, who is in charge of special projects. She gave me an idea of what she wanted and I presented her with sketches, designs, lettering, and colour options. The first day, I put in the dark green colour, which received some objections, as well as the fact that the size of letters was too big, but Angela wanted them big and eye-catching, so I delivered on that. To improve on the letters, I added an emerald green center and created an outline with green yellow to make the letters look more solid as well stand out more. Then, I created the latticework in white, which everyone really liked. (see Day 2). When I started putting in the shadow to make the latticework look solid, Everyone just liked it better! When I started to put in the vines crawling in and out of the latticework, my audience stayed till bedtime.
So far, I’ve been enjoying my days painting this, and am truly glad that it is bringing joy and gladness to the residents and staff as well. Today, I take a break as there is a powerful storm blowing over the island and everyone is staying home. I am hunkered down in front of the TV with my faithful Caliban on my lap, my laundry in the dry cycle, and hot chocolate ready to make.
Next step is finishing touches on the leaves, including shadowing, and a little more shadowing on the latticework.
Nature didn’t take shortcuts to decorate each and every leaf.
Garden Home Mural Project: Day 2
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Project Garden Home: Day 1
0Started a mural painting project for the Garden Home, with outlining for a couple of hours after my last Card-Making workshop with the residents, and close to 6 hours of painting on Saturday. Art is such gratifying work!
Here is what I’ve completed so far:
Winter of Despair (poster)
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new work … new canvas no longer empty…
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Poems for Papa on Father’s Day
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by Kitt Lapeña
thunder and lightning and papa
i was as proud as a little girl could be
at six
with my very own room
and my very own bed
and my very own closets
and a door i could close
to be alone
until the big storm
when thunder roared
and the lightning
turned the shadow of
our neighbor’s caimito tree
into grotesque arms
swaying and reaching
in the blue-white glow
of the stormy night
and the wind
lashed at the windows
and left an open one
banging
and banging
and banging
i lay awake
crouched under my blankets
trying to shut my eyes
not to see
the monster arms
reaching for me
but they did
and i forgot
how nice it was
to have my very own room
and my very own bed
and my very own closets
and a door i could close
and i screamed
until papa came
and papa stilled
the thunder and lightning
so i could sleep.
Pasig
7 July 1993
4:10 a.m.
…and papa was there
it was a dark and stormy night
and papa was there
to put me to sleep
i had always wanted to be a girl scout
and everyone’s mommy and daddy
was at the induction
to pin the tiny girl scout pin
and tie the white kerchiefs on
i thought no one would come
and just when they called my name
papa was there
mama brought me to my grade school graduation
but didn’t stay
and somewhere in the middle of it all
as i strained to see the tiny faces in the crowd
papa was there
with his camera and his big almost-smile
and when my tummy hurt
really bad in school and
i had to get an appendectomy
before the anaesthetic got to work
papa was there holding my hand
and his eyes and shining eyeglasses
were the last thing i saw
floating next to the iv bottle
and when i walked down the aisle
papa was there holding me
like a little girl again
and smiling and crying
as i was
and when bianca came into the world
i thought i saw papa at the window
in a green surgical smock and cap
and when i woke up
there was a bag of sweets and cakes
and papa
and when i die
wherever i go i’m quite sure
the first thing i see will be papa.
Pasig
7 July 1993
4:55 a.m.
Children of the Earth (poem)
0children of the earth we are born
in the womb of mother nature we are nurtured
we feed at her bountiful bosom and we grow strong
as children of the earth.
we are born children of the earth
we grow strong feeding from her bounty
and when we are grown we forget how we were born
from the womb of mother nature.
we were nurtured by the rich bounty of our mother earth
we have grown. we have forgotten.
we grow fat taking more than our share.
we grow rich taking more than we need for ourselves.
we grow greedy taking everything from the earth.
we have forgotten how we were born.
we have sold our mother to the highest bidder.
we have sold our lifeline to the earth.
we have sold our mother.
we have sold our earth.
we were born children of the earth
and children of the earth we shall die.
children of the earth we shall hunger for more
and when there is no more, we shall hunger again
for what no longer is. for the barren mother
stripped of her glory
stripped of her bounty
stripped of her beauty
and when she can no longer give
how else shall we live?
as children of the earth we shall die
on the barren grounds stripped of beauty and bounty
in filthy oceans populated by flotsam
on bare mountains that will be bare sand
in the bosom of a dead mother
her children will die.
© Cindy Lapeña, 2013
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