Showing posts with label flowers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flowers. Show all posts

Saturday, January 14, 2017

Yasmin Almonte's bed of flowers


Painter and art teacher Yasmin “Jigs” Almonte isn’t called a survivor by friends for nothing. She has gone past the pain of cancer that claimed part of her jaw and prevailed over other physical and psychological challenges. If there’s a song to describe her, it may be ABBA’s “The Winner Takes It All” because she has the mind-set, determination and tenacity of a winner.

In her ongoing 20th solo show, “My Garden,” at Sining Kamalig, Almonte celebrates her 60th birthday by showing 60 paintings of flowers done in acrylic on 400gsm heavy acrylic paper. Like the cockeyed optimist that she is, she said, “After all is said and done, my life is still a bed of flowers.”

Her paintings were done alla prima (“of the moment”) or in one sitting. She explained, “I painted this way because I don’t have the luxury of time. I painted in acrylic so the works would dry fast. I don’t have the space for oil paintings to dry.” (She lives in one of the walk-up apartments at the University of the Philippines Diliman where she teaches at the College of Fine Arts.)


She chose flowers as her subjects because, she said, “The flower’s life, beauty and purpose is so ephemeral. Here today, gone tomorrow. It blossoms, then it dies. There is so much activity in the flower as it goes through its dying stages. I see it dance. I am a flower.”

Almonte turns 60 this month, adding, “I want to create my garden: sixty paintings, sixty years. I want to surround myself with blossoms. Flowers that live, bloom, die—each one is beautiful.”

To her flowers stand for the fleetingness of life, for youth, purpose, beauty. She considers them “symbols of love at weddings, for giving at Valentine’s Day, for celebration birthdays, for grief and death at wakes. They’re all beautiful, fragrant, pungent, dichotomous in being.”

Asked what her favorite flowers are, she answered, “The ones that are past their bloom, flowers that are nearing their end. They have served their purpose, but they are still there, clinging to life, bringing memories of the giver and what they are for. I am this flower.”


She continued, “There is beauty in decay. There is the hastening dance of death. The colors change. There is movement. Leaves are lifted, petals drop and fall. The meaning of beauty is redefined. The flower will soon rejoin the earth and will serve another purpose for another life. Hopefully, the memory of it remains.”

Due to the serious illnesses she has gone through, the painter looks at herself as “the dying flower.”

She said, “I still have so much to give. There is this frenzy. There is so much that I want to share, to leave behind. In these last chapters of my life, I feel more beautiful than ever, more vital because of the wisdom that I have accumulated and want to share, because of the patience that I’ve developed through the years. I feel compassion and understanding because the love I have is unconditional, because I have forgiven. I have forgiven me.”

Sining Kamalig is on the second floor of Ali Mall, Cubao, Quezon City. The exhibit runs until the first week of February. -- Elizabeth Lolarga

Photos by Yasmin Almonte

This article was originally published by www.verafiles.org on Jan. 14, 2017.

Monday, November 2, 2015

Pinked

The Peninsula Manila touch is in the little details. Almost 40 years old, it has built a reputation based on those little touches. Last time I was there during Breast Cancer Awareness Month in October, a cause the hotel has taken up through its yearly pink party art auctions, The Lobby had this stunning and very feminine, I must add, floral centerpiece. I couldn't take my eyes away from the different shades of pink clustered together. Bravo to the Pen's florist.

Whether in tall or short vases, pink is seductive.

Wanna bury your face in those soft mums?

The striped lilies are just as gorgeous.

The roses suppose you like 'em, too. Photos by Babeth Lolarga

Friday, January 23, 2015

Empty before full

Rolly and I are empty nesters for the weekend. The children (Kimi and Ida) and The Wee One are with our great horde of relatives in the big city. So it has been extraordinarily quiet in our part of Baguio to the point that I can even hear my breathing, the hum of the computer, every bird call, etc. Because I'm recuperating from surgery, I have been homebound for exactly a week, just venturing out to the garden for morning sunshine after which I return to computer work.


Meanwhile, Rolly can't help but be himself--even constantly "editing" his garden. He just read somewhere that a gardener is also an editor so this morning I saw him holding dead or dying leaves that he had snipped off here and there. If our house is always in order and the vases are replenished with fresh flowers (the upside of living in Baguio), don't compliment me. It is all his doing.


But I do miss the younger mother and child who make their home here. Every time I see their bikes, I feel a slight squeeze in my heart. But I know they are enjoying their reunion with my younger daughter Ida, back for a short visit from her overseas job, and soon they will return. In a matter of days, the house will ring with happy noises again.

Photos by Babeth Lolarga

Saturday, May 3, 2014

For all occasions

“Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.” - Rumi

Some notable events I missed writing about: Brothers and Sisters Day, International Jazz Day and World Press Freedom Day.

So here are my offerings for those important days. Thank you, heavenly and earthly gardeners, for keeping these Maytime flowers, our guests in our garden, ever fresh. They are worth the summer that has been cut short by daily afternoon rains, a Baguio feature.

Photos by Babeth Lolarga

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

In love with La Laguna (part 1)

In Rikee Baluyut's bookshelf is a book on Nature that I happened to read two Sundays ago while lulling myself to sleep. I copied a quote that I am using in this entry to introduced another folio of flowers. Said quotation is attributed to Henry Ward Beecher: "Flowers are the sweetest things that God ever made and forgot to put a soul into."

Well, this soul likes to confess her insatiable greed for their beauty that I must always capture, then bring home with me to gaze over and over. I've been looking for a portable full-color book on Philippine flowers so if anyone out there can point me to a place where I can buy such a book that I can carry along with me in my off-on forays to the nearby countryside, pray, do share.

Meanwhile, let me have fun with the way I will arrange this latest bundle of blooms I brought home from the nooks and crannies encompassing my hostess Precious Leaño's cottage. I'm inclined to think that the Almighty Maker's form of poetry writing is making flowers open and close or coloring them in the subtlest and loudest ways.

Photos by Babeth Lolarga