PART III: The Phoenix in Me
Updated: Nov 26, 2018
Why did I start painting again?
During my extreme wanderlust fueled by frustrations at work, relationships and life in general, I took a leap and left my comfort zone. I quit my job as a digital colorist and traveled. I longed to see a bigger world and vowed to do just that.
The Unknown Beckons
I began my journey in the northern part of my country, the Philippines. As I was all alone on that trip that would change my life, under the stars I prayed for my loved ones and then surrendered myself to fate. Since then I've been to places, seen a lot and grown so much more. I also learned that I cannot have all that I wished for.
I thought it would be the end of me...
Flash forward in 2015, Germany—Not even a year in my marriage, I was diagnosed with endometrioid adenocarcinoma, otherwise known as cancer of the uterus. I thought it would be the end of me—as a woman who cannot bear a child or as a person who has no purpose. Instead, this terrible disease woke me up. It made me reset so many aspects in my life: One is giving my art a second chance as life gave me a second chance to live. Now I only want to draw and write just like I used to when I was still young and naive. The difference is I have grown.
One is giving my art a second chance as life gave me a second chance to live.
Learning to Listen
The things I have seen, places I have been, experiences I have gained, and people I have met have all conspired to bring me to this place where I can finally free myself from desolation and embrace my innate creative gifts—something that I have put on the side as I was traversing the numbing world of adulthood. I have always been a creative person and now I am more comfortable being an artist.
‘Share your talent to the world,’ said my mother. And so here I am.