Monday, June 23, 2014

Furling Chaos in the Eye of the Storm by Veronica Laurel


Furling Chaos in the Eye of the Storm 2012





Veronica Laurel's work back in 2012 titled Furling Chaos in the Eye of the Storm, which displayed elaborately a fusion of literature and visual arts. Poetry and stories hang loose from the delicately suspended book in a wooden glass case.


Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Art as Manifestation of a Struggle

Art has garnered so many definitions in the past and each artist has his or her own meaning which is in most cases, the very definition to live by. In my short years of living as an artist, transitioning from a full time writer to a full time artist, I have seen and met different types of artists along the way and I have realized that the most comfortable artist in life can’t create an artwork to save his or her life when it calls for it.

When an artist has tasted hunger that cannot be satiated there is a struggle that blooms within that artist and in that bloom is also the birth of creativity. Hunger and struggle are the key factors that transcend the comfortable and the mediocre.


SPOLARIVM by JUAN LUNA
Won the gold medal in Exposición Nacional de Bellas Artes held in
Madrid back in the 1884
Juan Luna may be an Illustrado, a Filipino aristocrat, but his struggle surpasses the material kind. He, among others like Jose Rizal, struggled and sacrificed their lives for a country that is not united in identity and wished that the suffering of the common Filipino will be lifted. That others may be treated with respect and equality, provided with education and human rights.

I was just in Paete almost a month ago and I went to a gallery there. The gallery that was owned by a cousin of my maestro, he spoke to me of the local art and how the San Cristobal painting in their church was mutilated by a person I shall not name, not for now. At that time, they were holding a painting workshop and a child was painting in a corner. A woman exclaimed that the child will be a great painter one day because his parents have everything, that money is everything.
I disagreed and told her most artists that have succeeded greatly were poor. She held her ground that money will make an artist great.
Thinking that money is everything is poison to the mind. We have been lied to by society to think that money will bring us success, greatness, and happiness. It is a lie so terrible that now it eats at the core of the people and is in fact the mentality that is destroying the planet and igniting war.

Drying out the wood oil in the sun
The owner of the gallery asked me to make them a guestbook and in a few days now I shall be delivering it. This is just part of my struggle, to make ends meet as I sell books and accept commissions. I have relinquished accepting wood projects even though they pay well because I have to choose if I just want to work as a person who does wood or try to live off my artworks. Despite not earning a lot, I contented that I am comfortable in this kind of lifestyle, although I may not be able to do a lot of things that requires money, I don't feel like I'm missing out.

Brené Brown said that vulnerability is the birthplace of creativity, that artists are often those who have laid down the armor and embraced the struggle and vulnerability that humans are always visited with. That artists can empathize through their works of art. It is the response to vulnerability, its manifestation.

My mentor, Jose Tence Ruiz mentioned to me once "It's easy to be a good artist, but you'll never be great if you don't become a part of a struggle in the social consciousness."
What does this say to the artists of today? Who are hungry, who toiled and struggled, and those who lived in the comfortable home never visited by famine?
Should there be a battle, the hungrier, always wins.


Sunday, June 1, 2014

The Pitfalls of Volunteer Work

Just a few months before my debut solo show and I have decided to give a few of my precious days to volunteer work. Something that an artist myself who should be focusing on her artworks bothered to do for the goodness of mankind, of my people, Buddhism, and my country. If only in very little amount.

Volunteer work is of course, not for everyone. Especially in a country where working in itself is such great labor that having a job that is stable is nothing short of a blessing. I, on the other hand after living in a temple thought that I could do some good deeds by providing my talents.

Volunteer work makes a lot of people happy, because if you are not going to be paid for it, your mind better be strong enough to handle every setback, and still feel this sort of contentment and satisfaction at the end of the day.

Currently, I am volunteering for a temple that has the ambition to provide free education for everyone, which is of course a great thing. Now that it’s going to begin the college this month of June, there are a lot of things that hasn’t been straightened out first.

A lot of things are slow and now that I’m inside it, I finally see why. It is not because they are shorthanded and or there are not enough volunteers. I could see that there are little things that can be done by the already available people in it to work on and yet no one acts on it.

I help out when I can. They have a nice and spacious gallery and yet, Manila doesn’t know it exists and they are not really doing much about it as long as they reach a handful, it is enough. The potential of having a higher reach is not achieved because maybe they are content of the people who are coming in. I was invited by the one managing the gallery to provide a few of my artworks and sell it during an on-going exhibit. So I made works that are related to the gallery’s theme, like the face of the Buddha and an abstract representation of a lotus. Apparently, what was demanded of me after submitting the artwork was common and recognizable images of the lotus flower. Not only was it demanded of me, but when I gave my price for the artworks, I was also told that it would not sell because the price is high.
In all honesty, the price is 50% off since it is a non-profit institution and does not add any commission and what is left is nothing but my plain artist price, the lowest I could provide without tarnishing my reputation and hopefully not offending those who bought my works at its normal prices, which includes gallery commissions. I should be insulted because it was really quite a hassle to provide the artworks when I could have spent those lost days working on my solo show collection, then be told it will not sell. I simply explained that I couldn’t change the price because I have a standard price that I follow that is equivalent to my reputation as an artist, that it is okay that it won’t sell but didn’t really say that I already know it won’t because there is no real market or collectors visiting the gallery.
I just got my pieces back and I’m happy I got it back because I could sell it in other places. I merely waited for the time to pass and look at the events as mere flows and drama that I shouldn’t get too attached to. That the reality of the world outside and inside the temple may provide different meanings to my career as an artist but are both essentially empty and illusory in Buddhist views.

For the next ten days, I am giving my time to the temple but the problem is that the people in the temple don’t know how to manage time and the volunteer’s time. Yesterday, I have spent the whole day waiting for the task and since none came, I just decided to catch up on 80s and 90s movies like “Say Anything” and “Clueless”.
I designed the cover for the student handbook and I was told the layout of the content as well. I waited for the content that I will layout and none came. It wasn’t quite a productive day for me though I had fun watching movies but I just feel that I could really help and that are not tapping the time available I am providing them because I won’t be there all the time. Today, I decided to just go and buy materials for my artworks and stay at a friend’s house to bake some cookies and cook lovely vegetarian burgers.
I have left word that should there be any work to be done, to email me and I shall do it and submit at the end of the day.
I do believe that there is quite a language barrier to some and to make matters worse, there is also a lack of communication among volunteers.

I talked to one of the volunteers on how I think that people working in the are content with mediocrity and that they are not pushing for the full potential when the temple and its resources can actually reach so much. The volunteer answered by saying that it may not be mediocrity, it may be incapacity on their end to provide better results and not the satisfaction for mediocrity.

I saw how unorganized the system is and is quite a struggle to provide great work in. There was also a minor thing that irked me at the beginning because volunteers we’re provided a quarter to stay in but there was a lack in electric fans and we were not provided with any. The evenings were hot and it is quite hard to get some sleep and I bugged almost everyone about the fan where one of the volunteer’s said let the temple worry about it and that I shouldn’t worry about it.
So I decided to follow the volunteer’s advice, but nothing happened. There was still no electric fan, I tried not to complain and get some sleep but couldn’t.

When the volunteer who told me not to worry about it came to the quarters, she couldn’t care for a bit whether I could get some shut eye or not. I had to borrow a fan from the outside in order to get some comfort. I wonder how these people look at volunteers, like slaves?
That being a volunteer one should prepare to give time and money in the process. Maybe I still haven’t understood this Bodhisattva thing and I am only here willing to help what I could and I wonder if it’s too much to ask for a comfortable sleep at night for payment. Am I wrong to think that people should help the help that they receive, because this is a give and take situation. I thought that we all volunteer and help one another for a common goal, that we would like to achieve full potential that can provide and strong foundation for free education in the Philippines. Yet, the reality of how things were, are not that ideal because not all of us believe the same.
In the world of volunteer work, when everyone is there for the intention of goodness and sacrificing one’s time, the skill available of these people aren’t always excellent in levels. Often it falls under mediocrity and certain incapacities. People think what they are doing is good enough because an excellent work doesn’t equal a greater individual reward, they forget that great effort exerted will result not in high-payment or recognition but actually the goodness and welfare of the many that needs it. People are still trapped in this egoistic shell that prevents them from doing a better work than they are currently offering. It seemed that some of them are merely doing those things haphazardly because they were placed in that position without the talent to account for.
It was more on circumstance than the will, ability, and spirit.

People also working in such an environment have no recourse but patience and tolerance.