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A Spring Surprise

A New Morning

Many of our family’s milestones since we arrived in New Zealand usually happen over the spring season. Someone once told me that spring always brings new life. I did not understand it then, but as the years went by, I eventually understood. Animals are born in spring. New leaves bud in spring. Signs of new beginnings are made more visible in spring.

This gets me excited for this specific season as it comes each year. This year, though, I wasn’t expecting a lot because I felt like I had everything I wanted and needed. Little did I know that one of my recent prayer intentions and persistent worries will come to an end as spring season starts! Rapha is finally offered a spot in kindy!!! An amazing answered prayer!

We were initially contacted by the kindy for a visit because Rapha was nearing the top of their waitlist. We set a date for the visit and went. During our visit, Rapha, once we were on the premises, let go of my hand and dove right in with the other kids to play. I couldn’t peel him off the place once I was done with the visit. One of the teachers and some of the kids had to help me so we could end our visit that day. I knew at that moment, he’s ready for this next adventure.

Once we got home, we immediately received an offer of a spot at that kindy for next term. We were offered a three-day week to start, which was exactly what we wanted. God is good! Another thing crossed off my ticklist!

I am now in the process of preparing things that Rapha will need… and of course, planning what to do with all that free time! I have a wishlist of things I want done, but I will need to manage the time and my expectations at the same time. At the top of my list is my art practice and my swimming sessions—it’s all so exciting! This is such a welcomed spring surprise!

As I picture Rapha being dropped off on his first day, I know he will be fine. I am confident of his growing independence. It won’t be him who cries, I’m 100% sure!

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God’s Everyday Sprinkling of Goodness

All my life, I have been used to recount bad days. It comes easy to me because I can easily make fun of my own misery. These days, however, I find myself becoming more aware of the good days.

In the past week, there have been several occasions where I just knew I was at the right place and the right time. As a change of pace, let me recount the ways God has been good to me.

Rapha has been doing swim classes since he was four months old. Since then, he has gained a lot of confidence in the water. He’s currently doing a level with kids his age but since he has been on the same level for quite a while now, he’s already getting bored of the routine. For his last class, they decided to promote him to the next level! This means he’ll get a more stimulating set of tasks he can sink his teeth into, and that excites me as a mum!

Apart from his swim classes, he only does Kindy Gym once a week, too, which leaves most of his days at home. Being a curious child, Rapha gets bored out of his mind some days. We have been waitlisted at the kindy near our place since he’s 1, but spots haven’t freed up yet. One mum from church mentioned to me that she’s been taking her son to playcentre now and it got me interested. She invited me to the playcentre where they go but I found the drive tiresome, so we went to the one closer to our home.

We just visited playcentre last week, but as soon as we went home, I enrolled Rapha immediately. He had a great day and the mums were very welcoming. It works for both Rapha and me because he gets to learn and socialise while I get to have adult conversations, which have become rare since I became a mum. One mum today was telling me about her and her kids’ routines when she mentioned about the school I was eyeing for Rapha to go to. From my experience waiting for a kindy, I wanted to secure a spot for Rapha the soonest I could, and the information she gave me was really valuable. I then rang the school, and we are now booked for an interview two weeks from now! What blessing!

Not only do I feel blessed in my family life, but I can see God honouring the little steps I take to further my art career.

Last year, one of the goals I’ve set for myself was to enter at least 3 group exhibitions or art awards for 2024. With that goal in mind, I allotted time and created artworks that I can enter. One of the upcoming exhibitions I am entering will be happening at our local museum/gallery, and the organisers were looking for local artists they can feature in their press release. I responded within hours after I received the message because I wouldn’t pass up this opportunity to put my name forward! They then confirmed that I would be included in the feature. My efforts are finally being noticed!

I have not achieved the outcomes in my vision yet, but it’s good to count the good things along the way. I want to commit them to memory because I am 100% sure these conversations and people I meet are not lucky coincidences, but it’s God placing me in the right situations at the right time. It’s a result of me working hand-in-hand with the God I trust will provide for me.

Maybe it’s in my solitude or just my everyday practice of silence, but it made me more sensitive to God’s movement in my life. I hope anyone who reads this may find their everyday sprinkling of God’s goodness, too!

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Rejection as Part of a Creative’s Life

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As of late, I’ve been using my blog as a form of brain dump site because I am essentially cruising at life at the moment. I love this quiet season because it’s comfortable, but it also encourages the habit of slacking off. To avoid this tendency, I just keep on walking short paces to my next destination by picking up these small bits of thoughts I am having these days and allowing them to simmer and bring some clarity as to where the next destination actually is.

This led me to remembering my most recent conversation with a fellow creative. This friend of mine is a young, talented performance artist. We have quite a different practise, but we are both creatives and we enjoy sharing our experiences in the creative world.

During the course of conversation, rejection was mentioned and we had an interesting sharing of our thoughts about it. One insight and question I had in mind was why this topic isn’t talked much about by creatives. Absolutely no one has told me that rejection will be a part of my lifestyle if I ever choose to pursue a career in art. I’m pretty sure this isn’t exclusive to the arts but at least in my circle, no one talks about how common this is. It came as an absolute surprise to me when I first experienced it.

I wouldn’t say I haven’t experienced rejection in my previous corporate jobs. Proposals and ideas get rejected all the time, but with my art, the rejection felt more personal. I feel like at every turn, rejection is just right around the corner.

You want to show your work? No gallery or venue will just accept your proposal straightaway. Your work must be valuable enough. And once you’ve set everything up, someone at your exhibition will say your work looks too easy, they themselves can create it – so why didn’t they?

You need funding for a project you want to pursue? To qualify, you’d need a track of successful endeavours trailing you as part of the requirements.

My thoughts go back to schools and learning institutions. Why isn’t rejection taught more? Or it may have been taught but my attention was elsewhere, who knows?

I’ve got more questions than answers from my own thoughts, but my friend had a clever idea she encountered on this topic. She introduced me to a concept she has read and watched from this guy Jia Jiang. The book was called Rejection Proof. I haven’t personally read it yet, but the idea was to subject yourself to situations where you’re certain will lead to rejection. She told me he also has a Youtube channel if anyone wants to check it out. The mere suggestion of voluntarily subjecting yourself to these situations sent shivers down my spine.

I aim to read the book one of these days but one key takeaway for me from that concept was to take the risk. There was also an interesting thought from one of the podcasts I usually listen to. The artist said that when your work gets rejected from a specific show, gallery, or award-giving body, it doesn’t mean that your work is rubbish. It may only mean that your work wasn’t apt for the theme they were going for, or that the judges’ tastes doesn’t necessarily align with yours.

As for me, I know that the quality of my art now doesn’t match with the vision I have for it yet, but I will continue showing my work and entering in art awards and shows. I need all the feedback I can get to get to the vision I have for my art.

To you, dear observers and consumers of art, you are definitely entitled to your own opinions, but as much as it is humanly possible, please be respectful to the creatives who are pouring their hearts and souls into the work that they produce.

And to you, my fellow creative, let’s keep pushing forward! One of these days, those rejections will turn around and be a win for us!

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Working Around Limitations

With my art, I love working with limitations, mainly because it grounds me. Limitations help me with art by shifting focus on a number of items and working creatively around them. Though it is useful for my art practice, I do not find limitations in my actual life fun.

As a mum to a very active toddler, I deal with several limitations myself:

Limited Time

These days, I manage to squeeze in more time for art, baking, and cooking. Rapha is more independent with play and exploration. Yet, I still do not have the luxury of long blocks of time as I had pre-motherhood. So what do I do? Adjust. I make quick acrylic paintings because acrylic paint dries easily. I do watercolour paintings because drying of paint on paper takes time and I can always go back to my paints without the fear of them drying out. I do the more intricate drawings at night when my child is fast asleep.

Limited Space

I love painting on canvas and I have a couple of stretcher bars waiting to be used but I do not have enough space to store big canvases at the moment so I chose to work with paper and thin boards right now. I have outgrown my studio space (aka my spare room in the house and a portion of my living room) so while I wait for my studio to be built, I will make art that my studio allows. I dream of doing bigger and freer forms of art but my current space cannot accommodate it but instead of going big, I will go deeper into my practice.

Limited Finances

It is a mutual decision of me and my husband to go single income while our child is in his developing years. We are blessed for him to have a stable job that can provide for us. We live comfortably, but we do not have a lot of surplus. These days, I am learning to use up the supplies and materials I have accumulated during the years when we had a lot of extras (being DINKs for about full four years when we moved to NZ).

We live frugally and save where we can so we can allot money for us to continue with this lifestyle. I am currently not selling my paintings because I do not have time to market them and make a full blown business off of it but I gift them to people who appreciate my art.

As a family, we have things we still pursue. As an individual, I am still holding on to my vision and my dreams and though I am faced with several limitations, I won’t stop moving. My steps may be really really tiny these days but they are steps nevertheless.

I am pretty stretched in this season of my life but every time I see how my son is developing, I remember why we have decided to do this in the first place. He is learning, growing, and thriving and I love that I can contribute to the best start he could ever have as a young person.

I believe that every season is its appointed time and I am soaking in everything that each season has to offer. When things start freeing up and when things are more abundant, I will look at this time with fondness and remember that though limitations are not fun, it can be an ally and spur me to growth.

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Chasing the Blues Away

The past few weeks have been really stressful to our family. There are some big ticket items that are still hanging and we’re not quite sure how to proceed. My husband had Covid and I am generally unhappy with the art I have been making.

I saw myself spiralling to old patterns – I’ve been binge shopping again, I had no interest in creating anything, and I have been doing productive but unnecessary housework. I felt no control over things but it’s good that I caught the pattern early on.

Yesterday, I decided to do a general cleaning at home. Every nooks and crannies of our home were dusted, wiped, vacuumed, or steamed. I put my hands on to something I can control and have an immediate good result. I needed to do an actual activity that will take me off my phone to avoid any temptations of online shopping and mindless scrolling. Today, our home is sparkling clean and I can feel I can breathe easier.

Early morning today, I went to the gym and completed my workout. I tidied up the kitchen when I went home and proceeded to write on this blog. I feel so accomplished. I feel like I’ve done some self-care and I am ready to face my frustrations with a different energy this time.

Overcoming mental barriers and even mental health issues takes active participation and I am glad I have learnt my patterns and have discovered ways I can deal with the ebb and flow of my emotions as they come.

If you are in the same position as I was several weeks ago, give yourself permission to do some self-care, however it looks for you.

For me, it’s cleaning my space, writing, exercising, praying, and reflecting. Something might still happen to upset me today but I know now how to somehow chase these blues away.

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Art on Pause While on Sourdough Therapy

I hit a wall with my art for approximately 3 months now. I rarely liked what I have been creating so I decided to take a break. There was a lot of internal pressure to find my own art style and to generate income from it, which absolutely no one else required from me.

My dissatisfaction led me to find something I can get my hands on while I nurse my wounded ego, thus I turned to sourdough. I have tried several times to make my own sourdough starter and sourdough bread from it on and off for several years now but never really succeeded.

Our family loves bread and I have a Type 2 Diabetes I am trying to manage. Sourdough caught my attention because it is a healthier alternative to commercially produced breads. Apart from that, buying gears and kitchen equipment is so therapeutic for me!

I currently have a 3-week old starter housed in a Brod and Taylor Sourdough Home. I have made 4 sourdough discard loaves and a brioche loaf from it. My sourdough discard loaves were wonderful but my brioche was dense, mainly because I substituted the flour required from the recipe hahaha.

Making sourdough starter and bread from it seems to have heaps of rules I need to follow. I love this because in following a specific set of rules, I get the outcome I expect. It is a mix of rules and of continuous adjustment because each sourdough starter is unique. It has helped me be more flexible in terms of expectations and just learning to adjust with the changes needed every time my starter acts up. My starter is a bit more stable now so all the efforts paid off. Now on to my bread making journey!

Having a hobby outside art has been helping me lately. I have been generating ideas for possible projects. Also just realigning my head as to where I want my art journey to go. I hope to regain that freedom to create what I want without expecting too much from it. In the meantime, my creativity is directed towards breadmaking and hopefully, I may get over or better yet, break the wall I hit with my art very, very soon.

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The Wonders of a Supportive Partner

I have seen Howell, my husband, in several seasons of my life already. He has been a steady presence in our home. He has supported me and cheered me on whatever season in my life.

I have seen him transform from an officemate to a boyfriend, a husband, a sole provider, a father, and now my main cheerleader in my chosen career.

Howell is an engineer by profession so anything that has to do with measurements and implementing them is something I can entrust to him.

I’m at the latter stages of my preparation for the exhibit so it’s all about presentation and packaging and it honestly has overwhelmed me. I have never thought of these things and how much time and resources it takes to get them done when I’ve started doing these paintings.

And as someone who knows me well, he himself volunteered to help me out with planning and implementing the packaging, transportation, and even the installation of my paintings in the gallery. He knew how overwhelmed I can get doing tasks like these.

He is currently finishing packaging my paintings as I write this – he has used his holidays to help me out because he’s working full time.

My anxieties over how I was going to do those tasks can rest while I cover tasks related to marketing this event.

I am continuously surprised and amazed by how much he stretches himself to support and encourage me. I do not know what the outcome of this exhibit will be but apart from everything I have learnt thus far, it is also amazing to see how much support is being poured over me and I couldn’t be more grateful.

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A Cure for Perfectionism

When asked during job interviews about my weakness, I’d always answer perfectionism – something HR professionals would tell you not to do. It sounds too pretentious. Still, this would be my consistent answer.

My perfectionism has crippled me in the different stages of my life. It happens often when I want something so much I want everything to be perfect but it ends up my perfectionism becoming a roadblock because I won’t start anything unless I know all variables are controlled and that I have all sorts of information I think I need.

So yes, perfectionism is my weakness.

I have found, this time while preparing for my exhibit, that there is some sort of cure to perfectionism. The lack of resources and my sheer desire for this exhibit to happen has pushed all my perfectionism tendencies to the side.

In the past, I worked as a marketing professional for companies with marketing budgets, which I currently do not have much of. I had to think of the most cost-effective ways of marketing this event. I had to think of creative ways to spread the word about my upcoming exhibit. There was not enough room for perfectionism because things just had to be done. I have 2 months to complete all the preparations and marketing for the event. And with limited resources, financially and time-wise, some of my usual standards have to be let go.

So maybe limiting the resources and variables when doing a project is helpful. Making things simpler is helpful for recovering perfectionists like me.

Since this is my first time doing this in an industry totally unfamiliar to me, I know I definitely will make mistakes and that’s okay. I do not know what I do not know yet. This will be a learning experience for me and maybe for my next one, things will be better – better, not perfect.

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Of Answered Prayers and Looking Back

In the Philippines, we have a saying that goes:

“Ang hindi lumingon sa pinanggalingan ay hindi makararating sa paroroonan.”

He who does not look back from where he came will never reach his destination.

I had a conversation with one of my closest friends on my birthday. We talked about what’s been happening in our lives, the usual updates. She’s one of my closest friends whom I’ve known since my university days. She’s now moved to Canada while I’m here in New Zealand.

One of the things I mentioned to her was the exhibit I’m preparing for and how anxious I was over it. She then said who would have thought that I’d be able to do an exhibit, let alone in New Zealand! We both graduated with a Bachelor’s in Psychology so it was something we never would have imagined doing.

We then moved on to talking about being so privileged to be in the countries we are in now. In context, we both experienced hardships, especially during our university days because of our financial capacities at the time so moving to another country to live and work the way we do now was unimaginable.

This conversation prompted me to look back and think of all my answered prayers…

  • I once prayed for a God-fearing husband who will pursue big dreams with me
  • I once prayed for a joyful family
  • I once prayed for a purposeful life
  • I once prayed for a home of our own
  • I once prayed for an opportunity to pursue my passions

…and all these prayers have been answered. Some, I had to wait for quite a number of years, but still… We have come a long way and now is not the time to fear.

It was wonderful to look back. It kept me grounded and at the same time gives me hope that I have a faithful and generous God who keeps His promises. What a privilege to be pursuing dreams!

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What’s for 2023?

What’s for 2023?

For 2023, I have set certain goals that are non-negotiable. I have done the initial work in 2022 and would just need to follow through the plan. One of the things I set out to do this year is to go out and show my work, in every way possible.

The first bold goal is to start with a solo show and this is how it’s going so far.

*Body of work is complete, just adding some personal touches to it

*Since body of work was finished December last year, I have no venue whatsoever for the show but I wanted to do one nearer Mother’s day because that’s what the work’s message revolves upon

*Most of the spaces available are taken for May so I’m exhausting every possible resource I have to find a venue that might still be available

Now here’s the thing. I’ve been in marketing for quite a while before I had my baby so I know how much work needs to be done. Doesn’t matter, though, because I know how to market it.

The thing is, the things I used to market were things/ experiences I firmly believe in and as an emerging artist, I have doubts and heaps of them! I have doubts about the product I am selling, of all things! Now I’m staring fear in the eye and I’ve been having conversations with it – sometimes I win, and oftentimes, I cave in.

What’ll happen next, then? I don’t really know.

What I know is this: I’ve never wanted anything this bad I’m willing to get rejected and/or judged because of it. I want to be an artist and I know I can do so much more if only I was brave enough to barrel through these roadblocks.

It’s not even been a week, 2023. Good thing my son has been teaching me perseverance so it doesn’t matter if I fail. I will try again and I will learn. Over. And over. And over.

So what’s for 2023? Exciting things! Scary things! Bold things! Faith-challenging things! Ready or not, here they come!