Bulkana, The Spitfire. Permanent pigment ink on 12"x9" Bristol Board.
This series is make-believe. I want to make sure I made that clear. I made up everything, including the names which are Hiligaynon words and their variations for the natural disasters.
Beautiful and majestic Bulkana. She is Lindol's twin sister. Before she awakens she summons Lindol and later she may call Chunami. She lies dormant and asleep most of the time. She is the Mother of Organic Gardening for she makes the earth fertile with volcanic soil. She is beautiful when she is asleep and even when she awakens and erupts, it is a sight to behold, afterwards she colors the skies and cools the earth. Never underestimate her power. Heed her warnings. The three of them live in the Pacific Ring of Fire.
Lindol and Chunami
I grew up in an island with a volcano, Mt. Canlaon. My bedroom window faced the view of the volcano. It was always beautiful. I witnessed a moderate eruption when I was a teenager. It is one of the active volcanoes in the region. I grabbed the photographs below from the web, they are not mine:
Beautiful and majestic Bulkana. She is Lindol's twin sister. Before she awakens she summons Lindol and later she may call Chunami. She lies dormant and asleep most of the time. She is the Mother of Organic Gardening for she makes the earth fertile with volcanic soil. She is beautiful when she is asleep and even when she awakens and erupts, it is a sight to behold, afterwards she colors the skies and cools the earth. Never underestimate her power. Heed her warnings. The three of them live in the Pacific Ring of Fire.
Lindol and Chunami
I grew up in an island with a volcano, Mt. Canlaon. My bedroom window faced the view of the volcano. It was always beautiful. I witnessed a moderate eruption when I was a teenager. It is one of the active volcanoes in the region. I grabbed the photographs below from the web, they are not mine:
My dear friends,
ReplyDeleteI have not been around much. I have been lurking among your blogs. I am not much into trite comments so recently, I have not had the chance to leave comments. I am going through a lot of changes and even though I am used to changes, this one is taking me by surprise. Nothing major, I just realize I have an age and ugh, it's not 25!
Last Friday I was on my way to work. I turned around and went back home. Last Friday I stayed in bed, all day. To my surprise, I welcomed it and I needed it. That is a rarity. I don't even go to bed when I have the flu. I am writing this post in bed and it's a beautiful Saturday afternoon. Later I will take a nap.
Some changes are needed around here. This is going to be interesting. See you around or maybe not. I may be lurking.
Sincerely,
Ces
Lurk away, Ces. Take care, rest up. Do you remember the grandparents in Willy Wonka? They never got out of bed. Sometimes that is appealing. ;)
ReplyDeleteHAHAHAHA! Oh goodness I am not that ancient, yet. HAHAHAHA!
ReplyDeleteAh, Ces! You are like the sturdiest of all the oaks. Even if you aged, you'd just be even more enchanting.. Feel better, my friend. oxx
ReplyDeleteBy the way, I haven't written anything about your 'Disaster Goddesses'. They've taken all the words out of my head...Intriguing. (^_^)
ReplyDeleteI really wish I could 'lie in' just can't do it, I'm awake at 5 and just have to get out of bed! A nap? You're such a nanna!
ReplyDeleteYou are the most wonderful lurker I have ever met. I love knowing that you are lurking about my blog ... makes it all more interesting! ; ) Wonderful drawing of your volcano goddess. One of the most amazing experiences I've ever had was on Hawaii, walking out at night to where the lava was flowing into the ocean. Daniel was researching his book about Pele, the Hawaiian volcano goddess. Such power! TSUP! Silke
ReplyDeleteStunningly beautiful. She looks like one of those ads in a fashion magazine selling something like exotic perfume. WOW to your volcano cones, dear Ces. They are majestic and rich and fertile.
ReplyDeleteYou had a view like that growing up? How breathtaking!
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ReplyDeleteI see why she is so relaxed. Would she like a cigarette now? Volcanoes often smoke, no?
ReplyDeleteThis one is definitely smoking. You can see the plumes.
ReplyDelete1. I followed the Tsunami carefully, hour by hour, those years ago. And felt SO like something was/is terribly wrong in the world.
ReplyDelete2. I apologize for making frivolity of the seriousness of that catostrophic and historical event on your blog comments.
3. It is beyond my understanding how you can be SO productive, SO perfect, SO true to your "mission" (whatever that is--grin!) and such a down-to-earth Peep. You are well-liked here.
4. Having written that, I feel for you, identify with your not being 25 (maybe 35?). Since I will be 77 May 25, Yesss, a real Gemini--
5. Sorry you are not "in the pink"...I will quit commenting "tritely" if you insist, and it sounds like you do.
Thank you Amalia. Feeling better already.
ReplyDeleteAh Baino, not by choice, but by need.
Silke, I feel like I am hiding behind the trees or the bushes! HAHAHA! That must have been awesome. That volcano creates more land mass faster than anything else.
Bella, the top photograph of the mountain range was my view, but it was visible from all directions outside of the city.
Steve, no apologies necessary. Here's the thing...the reason these are called disasters is because people are involved. Everyday volcanoes erupt, there are earthquakes, etc. They are called natural hazards. It is a characteristic trait of the ever evolving earth. We are just getting in the way and no one can stop its course. My mission? Doodling is a mission? No. I am just having fun. If you call that a mission, that's okay by me.
Ces...Reading your comment, I have learned a couple things...but ONE I am most happy to hear--we are like-minded when it comes to "saving the world" from its inevitably natural breathing, coughing, sputtering, warming, cooling, erupting, swirling, BEING.
ReplyDeleteThere is just NO WAY us ants can influence ecological happenings in the long term--or even the short term. We ARE not the One Who set this all in motion--though sometimes I think *I* am--grin!!!
(sigh) I must be tired or something, spouting off like this in public forum.....
Wait. Did I take a position about saving the world? I don't think so. I just said what I said. I would like to have a flush toilet though.
ReplyDeleteHOLY CRAPOLA--I do not want to put words in your mouth...please if you feel like it, please delete my stewpid comment.
ReplyDeleteI understood the following incorrectly. Sorry 'bout that! Not so sorry I'll lose sleep, but just, well, exkuzay moi..OK? :
"Everyday volcanoes erupt, there are earthquakes, etc. They are called natural hazards. It is a characteristic trait of the ever evolving earth. We are just getting in the way and no one can stop its course."
And of course, I agree with that--and more. Guess I've said enough. Nobody should evervhave to dig my grave...Lord knows I've done it myself too many times--grin!
Guess this all is what you meant by "trivia". Ummmmmmmmm, I see.
such a tremendous view you grew up with!
ReplyDeleteI love that you honor what feels right to you, especially when it is uncommon. My dear friend says: "aging ain't for sissies" somehow this is inspiring for me at times.
So is this one a self portrait? She is so beautiful. I live near enough to Mt. St. Helens that I experienced ash fall. Can't believe it has been 30 years already. The garden was planted then after the ash it went dormant, and eventually it turned into the most productive garden ever. I remember my hair was so hard to brush with ash in it. It is still hard to brush but I have no excuse like ash now.
ReplyDeletealso: this piece of art is fantastic
ReplyDeleteI love all the details and your imagination.... for lack of the right words.... wow!
Steve, Yes! yes you are right. Don't put me in Al Gore's camp. Yech! Sleep tight. No grave digging.
ReplyDeleteTammie, thank you. I am definitely a sissy! Oh I am an aging sissy.
Jan, a self portrait? Hardly. Look at her. She is GIGANTIC. The people planting the rice are like ants. I am an ant. See me? I am the one with a bent back planting rice. I am in the middle of the line of three people planting rice and I sing:
Planting rice is never fun,
Bending over 'til the set of sun.
Cannot sit, cannot stand,
Plant the seedlings all by hand.
Magtanim ay di biro
Maghapon kang nakayuko.
Di naman makaupo
Di naman makatayo
"Having fun" in the vocation of life I believe is among the highest of missions. It is in the realm of helping others, asking nothing in return. And you do that so well, Cel
ReplyDeleteCrap! I have 45 minutes left to closing time then I can't blog anymore for a week!
ReplyDeleteSteve, I believe that is what the hedonists want me to believe.
Hey maybe God is a hedonist--she/ he/whatever certainly believes in having fun, in pleasure (I hope!).
ReplyDeleteDid I beat the 45-minute deadline?
Hhahaha. 12 minutes left. God is not a hedonist. I am sure of it. He turned Sodom and Gomorrah to stone.
ReplyDeleteHi Ces..you take as much time as you need to make those changes. I went to bed at 9 the other night (which is way early for me) and it just needed to be done. I love knowing that you're lurking. I lurk too sometimes! Just wanted to say that these beautiful illustrations are worthy of a grand book you know. I heard a recent podcast of a very seasoned art representative who said that the prolific artists are the successful (and happy) ones...you are the most prolific artist I know of. I am always in awe of what you do, how well you do it, and how kind you are to keep us posted of your thoughts/whereabouts, and all. Thank you Ces. And take good care. Hugs!
ReplyDeleteComme toujours , j'adore vos créations .
ReplyDeleteQuelle imagination !
Hello Ces,
ReplyDeleteI am not 25 either. But no shit, (hah, I swore!) you are a great artist.
Artist's are performers. We need to show our work. People who look at our work and respond make us make better art.
So what?
Hmm. You see, with our art we communicate with the future. With our art, if we are good/great, we make people happy.
You are good and great. Your art is good and great. Therefore you make people happy. Not just now, but in the future.
That's pretty important, isn't it?
And what's even more important, your work makes me happy. So keep posting it.
Please :)
BY the way, lurking is good. I can see your footprints.
Ces, dear, age is but a number. I had a whole year of having my life blown assunder to figure that out and reassess what I wanted to be doing.
ReplyDeleteLurk.
Look.
Rest.
We love you no matter what.
50 for me is a good thing; I not longer care what anyone else thinks. I don't know what number you hit, but I look at them as peeling away layers of *Supposed to be's* and getting to just be what I want to be!
Yes, I am quite the stinker now.
And proud of it.
And enjoying (as much as possible) the series on the disasters personified. Let me say, I am enjoying your ART.
XXOO!!
Anne
Good morning, my most beautiful and talented lurker. Hoping you are feeling better already and drawing away to your hearts content, creating more stunning disasters on paper! Lurk away! Love, Silke
ReplyDeletebut im here...
ReplyDeletegrande witch, why dont you take me with you?
im still loving this series.
ReplyDeleteyou're so sooo good, sighs...
do take care ok!
miss you A LOT.
m.
Even though you are lying about and lurking, you are still working at incredible speed.
ReplyDeleteHow many squiggles per square inch are these?
This series is amazing and the dichotomy of the danger and the beauty is a revelation to me. Is life a balance of two polar opposites?
Oh Ces! These women images are superb and so beautifully rendered. I see women shapes in the hills of Topanga ;)Your art is so beautiful and magical and you are so prolific and i can tell you are enjoying yourself ;)
ReplyDeleteCes! you was born on Philipines island?
ReplyDeleteWhat a wondrous mind you have to be able to dream up these stories. This one is one that I must fall into time and time again, to feel my way around the drawing with my eyes...the tiny little houses, the incredible mountains. She is beautiful. Stunning. Oh, I am reading your first comment and I spent the day on the couch with a migraine. Sometimes we have to retreat to the corner and lick our wounds. Life goes on and the living live. Just a little blip in the road, or on the skin. All the love will win, and when the angst is over, it's over just like that-like labor. No looking back. Do no despair. Hold on with all your strength. All my love to you. Deb
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