Why I'm Feeling Blue

Sapphire Shores, 36x36" oil/cold wax medium on panel

I love water.  I adore it in all its shades. Cerulean. Turquoise. Azure. Beryl. Teal. Indigo. Ultramarine. Seafoam. Sapphire.

Maybe it's because I've always lived near water. I grew up in the Philippines, a country of 7,100+ islands. We lived in Manila on the largest island of Luzon, but my family spent school breaks in Pangasinan province, four hours northwest. 
Here I am at age three (on right). A day of pure bliss.

Me at 3 on the beach
Bonuan Beach, Lingayen, Pangasinan

When I was five, my Dad became the province's governor, and for four years, our defacto summer home was the second floor of the government offices on Lingayen Beach. For history buffs, Lingayen Gulf is where Gen. MacArthur landed when he fulfilled his promise to return.

Urduja House, Governor's Office

Paradise Found
The building was fairly isolated at the time. We had no neighbors, and with nothing better to do other than terrorize the grown ups in the offices below, my six siblings and I spent a great amount of time playing on the beach – building sandcastles, scribbling on the sand with a stick, flying kites and collecting seashells. I would trundle back home with the hem of my dress loaded with sand.

At least twice a year, we would take an excursion to Hundred Islands National Park, accessible via outrigger canoe. Back then, it was teaming with wildlife – starfish and other tropical fish in the most wonderful colors. The teal blue waters always took my breath away.

Hundred Islands, Pangasinan, Philippines

After my Dad lost the elections when I was nine, the charmed life disappeared. The family purse strings tightened but still, there was always a beach to run to that guaranteed a good time.


Trading Places

Things changed dramatically when my family emigrated to Toronto, which sits on Lake Ontario. I was fifteen. After class, when the weather was nice, I'd take a bus, transfer to a streetcar, and then walk the quarter mile to the beach.

The Beaches neighborhood, Toronto

There was an alcove beneath the boardwalk, just outside the Olympic pool. It was my secret hiding spot, my quiet space. I would huddle inside this little nook, sit akimbo on the sand, and do my homework to the sound of the waves. Sometime after college, I moved into the hood and made The Beaches my home.

Chicago beckoned in 2001 during my graphic designer days. Looking for a place to live, I was drawn to water once again and chose The Loop, a stone's throw away from Lake Michigan. 

Lake Michigan, Chicago

Cycling along Lake Shore Drive, Chicago
Bike path alongside Lake Shore Drive, Chicago

I have logged countless hours running and cycling along the lake, usually heading south past the Shedd Aquarium, continuing onto Hyde Park before turning around. It was my morning routine.

Life's a Beach (Not!)
Now I live in the Raleigh area, NC. It's full of trees, and I love trees, too, but it's not water. I miss the vast expanse of large bodies of water, the blues and greens, the skies that kiss the water's edge. So I visit the beach whenever I can, I swim year-round, and I paint water – mostly horizons but sometimes, closeups, too, in all shades of blue. 

If I ever won the lottery, you'll be sure to find me poolside or on the beach somewhere – maybe in the hot Caribbean countries I've learned to love, back "home" in the Philippines, or the gorgeous Muskoka Lakes north of Toronto – looking out over the horizon, beverage in hand, and listening to the sweet sounds of water.


Arts in the Park, Richmond, VA
May 5–6, 2018
Booth #75 (near Rugby Road, close to the park entrance)
Artsplosure, Raleigh, NC
May 19–20, 2018
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Arts in the Middle, Urbanna, VA
June 2–3, 2018


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