Weekly Photo Challenge: Everyday Saturation in Orange, Red and Aqua


Weekly Photo Challenge:  Everyday Saturation in Orange and Red

I looked for the definition of saturation in art first and got this from answers.com:  (optics)

The degree to which a color is mixed with white; high saturation means little white, low saturation means much white. Also known as chroma; saturation.

In my 8-color Crayola world,  orange can best be shown as saturated through a collection of koi.   Walked along Greenbelt Park today and took pictures of these saturated orange beauties in their Sunday choreography … showing off to the crowd.

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Koi 25

A second try is the fiery red and bright aluminum in the Chihuahua Bar, where we had lunch.   The loudness of red is toned down by pictures of various sizes:


Last but not the least, it’s my daughter’s aqua prison cell of a room:

Peaceful Aqua

Everything is in aqua and white (yup, no mixing of aqua and white to get a lighter shade) … even the word “peaceful” on the stainless steel disc / plate, reflects the room’s color.

Yelloy and Aqua

Did not have time to find anything that will exemplify “palest” for me … did not encounter any ghosts today.  For other pictures depicting saturation in art,  please visit http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/09/27/photo-challenge-saturated/ .

Hope everyone is having a great weekend!

Photo Challenge Too : Unfinished (master)Piece


 Water. Color. Painting.  Mid-2000, a friend encouraged me to paint using watercolors.  My friend is a -pro.  Her paintings are beautiful. Watercolorfish – that is her mark in all of those lovely visions she created. She offered to give me personal lessons and I could not thank her enough.  She set me off with a list of things I will need and where I could find them.  She then taught me about light and shadows.  And bewitch was born.  But bewitch was shortlived.  I stopped.  Don’t know why.  I just stopped.

2012.  I see her again.  She tells me to pick up the brush once more and I did that Sunday morning  in her home.  She reminded me to open my eyes again to the light and the shadows.  With her encouragement, I started this piece, with the photo referenced out of a travel magazine.  And I started to work with colors again. For a few hours.  Then it was lunch time.  Time to go. 

The piece was unfinished, remains unfinished today.  This is my art, the sigh of my soul, the whisper of my spirit, the light and the shadow in my heart.  It has been like this since 2010.  Splashes of colors.  Stop.  Light. Shadows.  Art imitates Life.  Life imitates Art.

This is my (master)piece.  This is me.  Unfinished.

Naki-photo challenge to deliver my stats 😀


More pictures and sentiments are out there: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/07/26/out-of-this-world/.

Weekly Photo Challenge: A Majestic Masterpiece


You get off the plane ... and BOOM!  It's just soooo there for you to behold.

You get off the plane … and BOOM! It’s just soooo there for you to behold.

It’s me again. I was able to get home (let’s just call it “big house”) and dig up old pictures. Found this and couldn’t resist not posting this as well. This is Mount Mayon, a very active volcano in Legaszpi City, Albay. I have seen her several times and each time, I am awed by this wonderful creation of God. Renowned for its “perfect cone”, Mount Mayon never fails to dazzle me.

She’s a beauty, isn’t she? Again, this is me doing my bit in promoting tourism for the Philippines.


More pictures and sentiments are out there: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/07/26/out-of-this-world/.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Masterpiece


Weekly Photo Challenge: Masterpiece

Art is when you hear a knocking from your soul — and you answer. ~Terri Guillemets

Art is a matter of personal taste.

Occasionally, a masterpiece is in our hands — like this wooden panel that was taken from the century old home of my grandparents, before it was torn down to build a new house. My father has stored 3 other similar pieces, which I was told, which used to hang on the top of their doors. These were handmade by the Chinese, who were the best wood carvers in Manila at that time, or so my father narrated when I asked about the panels.

The best form of art for me is the one whose story is personally known to me. I plan to hang it in my new home to bring a piece of my past and a sense of family amidst me all the time.

Thanks to this challenge — it knocked on my soul.

I had no choice but to answer.

More pictures and sentiments are out there: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/07/26/out-of-this-world/.