Pigment grief ppt
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Powerpoint Presentation of Paintings for the Paper: "Pigment Grief: Expressing Loss Thru Painting (The Haiyan Aftermath)" presented to the 31st Annual International Conference on Psychology and the Arts at the Universidad Complutense de Madrid, Spain, June 25-29, 2014
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Pigment grief ppt
- 1. EXPRESSING LOSS THRU PAINTING (THE HAIYAN AFTERMATH)
- 3. “SpiroGyra”
- 8. “CHARYBDIS”
- 9. “WATERMARK”
- 10. “The Inception”
- 11. “The Legend of Mt Danglay:: How Tacloban Got its Name”
- 14. “PAGHIMALAY”
- 15. “CLUMPY”
- 16. Drawings…
- 21. TAPOS.
Notes de l'éditeur
- Painting has been my own form of “Trauma Debriefing”..while many a survivor in Haiyan-devastated Tacloban resorted to being debriefed by cause-oriented groups and Intervention, I choose to mourn with my canvasses and paints given to me by friends in the comfort of my University Office room which I call “The Haiyan Suite”, my lodgings for the meantime..
- Announcing the Arrival of Haiyan (“Yolanda”) was just like any typhoon announcement. We are a country besot by storms and hurricanes where we do the standard procedure: hoarding victuals, doing necessary constructions to strengthen the domicile, buy candles, petrol; evacuate to sturdier buildings etc… we did not know the magnanimity of this supertyphoon. Many underestimated it…
- My escape to my son’s family in Thailand did me wonders. My son Dominic started to “Stress Debrief” me by giving me a space in his home and some art materials where I could work. “Do not speak about it, Mommy..we get it in the news…just paint what you feel.” Thus, my own trauma debriefing started.
- After knowing of my predicament, my second son sent me a ticket to come to Thailand to spend Christmas with his family and grandkids…and to take my mind away from what has happened..
- Back in Tacloban from my quarters in the University, the trees outside seem to moan…
- Altho many enjoyed colourful banana leaves, many hesitated buying this painting…
- With a promise of living quarters in our Tacloban Unit and some financial relief from the President of the University, I went back to my devastated city. This painting I gave to the University President…
- How high did the water rise?
- A young instructor was in the crossroads of her second life, whether she’d remain teaching or finish her law studies. She told me of her dream…
- An old painting I did in 1981 which shows the “Taklub” (fishtrap)
- I lost all my personal belongings and property to the Storm and Looting…
- Even though I use pigment extensively, I can’t get away fom the computer…
- ..means Awakening
- The leaves came out from the branchless trees in clumps..like families coming out of their wrecked homes after the storm…
- Two women, my daughter and I, survivors…
- the house we lived in is now in a “No Build Zone” ground…painting sign on the roof
- Tent neighbourhoods everywhere
- My own idea of a Bunkhouse
- “It is Finished…”