We studied painting at just about the same time, she being more constant at it in between her higher theological studies. Well, I'm trying to focus on being a good person so we have that commonality, too. She and I also have an acute sense of when each is stressed out and needs to paint to relax.
That was how we found ourselves painting together in the middle of the week, sharing one long table with our own sets of paints and brushes. Her subject was a mini-garden within a bigger garden, particularly the one that the Panagbenga Festival initiator Damy Bangaoet designed and developed gratis for the Baguio General Hospital. My work was more like an exercise in feeling my way out of something with an earnest hope that I may finally sign the work when I sense that it is finished.
I texted, "Is it painting day today? Just making sure. Thanks. (signed) Paola Picassa."
Forthwith she texted back: "Yes, need a break, too. (signed) Toot Wah Renoir."
Toottee wanted badly to finish a painting that she had set aside. She was impelled partly out of guilt. She wanted to give it to Damy as a token of appreciation for the improvement he did on BGH's grounds. But she never got around to finishing it until she heard news of his passing in the States. She said the lesson here was to finish something that one wants to give to someone while there's time. Don't put off for tomorrow, etc., etc. At the end of the afternoon, her work was done, mine wasn't. She'll give hers to Damy's widow Bing.
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