Come Follow Me

I had a dream one night that I belong to a dooms day cult. We believe that we had found the exact day and time of the second coming of our Lord Jesus Christ. Our cult doesn’t do evil or bad things. The only difference with an ordinary Christian is that we know in our life time the exact day and time of the end of the world.
After cleansing our souls and preparing ourselves and families for days we assembled in a field and waited for the exact hour to come.
Till the count down begins. And at the last minute we are crying and shouting our prayers “God, save us”! We are crying heavily. Suddenly a bright light flashes in front of us. Then I saw God. He came in front of me. He holds both of my arms. He shook me and shouted “Calm down! Calm down! I am still your God, the Almighty”
When I woke up I realized the answer to my sufferings and prayers. I reflected on my faith and trust in Him. There are moments in our lives that we forgot that there is still God that is above all things. The Almighty God who loves as very much. Who watches over as and protects as from harm. If only we would listen to His shouting love “Don’t be afraid. Come, follow me”

Artist's Philosophy

Of all the gifts God gave to man the finest is his free will. Second to life itself. It is the essence of man. It is what separates man from all the other creatures of God. By ones choice or action he is judged if he is worthy to be called the man created by God.

The child of free will is art. It is man's self-expression. It is synonymous to freedom of expression. Every art is unique since every man is unique. How man perceives art is also unique as how man perceives beauty. As how man perceive life.

Art is like life. It all depends to the person's perception. Truly beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. The gauge of how beautiful life is, depends uniquely to every man.

A professor of mine once walked in the streets of Manila during summer. It is very hot, humid and dusty. He noticed a very old beggar asking for coins to the passers while bathing to the heat of the sun all day. Beside the beggar was a newspaper stand. One tabloid headline reads 'Young Matinee Idol Commits Suicide." My professor stops for awhile and asks himself how could this young man kill himself when he has everything. Money, women, good looks, popularity, youthfulness, what more could he ask for. While this old beggar is still striving for a few coins. Why not just threw himself to the vehicles speeding in front of him. Like my professor, my conclusion too is that it's all a matter of perception.

Like life the beauty of art depends solely to the individual. It is how man perceives art that makes it beautiful.

Those who believe that they found the beauty in life. Let as show that beauty to the world. Let as show our art.