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BRENT BAGUIO ART: THOUGHTS, VALUES, AND QUOTES


"There are no little events in life;
those we think of no consequence may be full of fate,
and it is at our own risk if we neglect the acquaintances
and opportunities that seem to be casually offered,
and of small importance."
~Amelia Barr

There are lessons
that ought to be
learned much
earlier in life.

The
earlier
that we
learn
those,
the
better.

The colors of life
that swirl around our being,
be it purple, yellow, red, lavender,
or blue would all integrate like
whirl pool at our
core.

Responding
to situations
which happen
and people who
come into our lives
no matter how
tattered or broken
- are very important.


Each person
and situation
must be treated
with dignity
and respect.



Life is like the moon which goes through many phases.


It is the whole of any puzzle which is made up of small, seemingly insignificant pieces. But let us keep in mind that the minor occurrences in our day to day activities do a lot to developing our character.

All pieces fit together no matter how odd their shapes to form a pattern. Each lead to a common track which may either give us a scenario of lightness or gloom.

The itsy-bitsy pieces of ourselves would depend on how we pick up which attitude to show.

We create our own circle of life. 


The way we respond  to our daily happenings
demonstrate
what we
have learned
and what
we still
need
to learn.

Life is
endowed
with the
richness
of the air,
land,
and
water.

We
could
target
to
live
alone.

But
no man
is
an island.

We
all live
under
the
samesun.


No
man
stands
alone!












Life has birth pains.



It is spiced
with
suffering.
With that
we learn
to be patient
to be able to carry on with the
difficulties.






We
become
aware of the
things seem
unimportant.
We
look at
all sides,
not just
one.




We cry
in agony
of our
pains and
we accept
help, as we
in turn help
those
in need.

Awareness
of the
things
that seem
unimportant
can be
one of the
helpful
part of
our growing
and learning
processes.





It's a small world, after all.
It's a small, small world!



We treat
other
people
better
when
they are
important
to us.

They
are there
to help
us; and
we help
them in
their
lives,
too.


We all
co-exist
in one
Mother
Earth.

The best
way for
us is
not
to be
judgemental.

We think
of any
situation
and
anyone
as great
and
significant.


That way,
we
do not
lose
sight
of the lessons
we ought
to learn.





Our deeds are the windows of our own souls. 



Others
look
at us
with
what
they see
in the
outside.

But some
could see
our
souls
through
the works 
we have
done -
not only
for
ourselves but
also for others. 

We
could not
trivialize
what
each one
has
accomplished.

If we do,
we risk
not seeing
and
learning
the lessons
that we
truly need
to see
and
learn.

Our lessons
would
become
pure talk,
mere
words.






Let us be like the lotus flower
that bloom pure above the murky waters.



There is
always good in each one.
 
But no one is
perfect.

Let us not
overanalyze
all that
we go through to come up with specific answers about just what everything means. Each individual goes through their own ebbs and flows in life.

There are times that we get isolated in our own sea. We are left to grapple with the tides, which expectedly are not always smooth. We swim, no matter how rough. This may leave us bruised, so we keep to ourselves and in time, we heal.

We do not know what each one had to go through, hence it would be helpful if we were to treat things and people with the respect they deserve.



"Remember it is the little things
the work is done through."

~W. Q. Judge


Acknowledgements:

☼Photos of artwork taken during the Brent IB Art Exhibit 2012
 by Robert Joaquin, Areumi Chae, Chang Hyun An, Ja Hyeon Jeon, Jaime Benito Prieto, Jin Hyeok Choi, Sehee Yang
☼Brent School-Baguio and its PTA
☼Adaptations from Living Life Fully http://www.livinglifefully.com/
Inspirational quotations by KHALIL GIBRAN below



Photos & thoughts by ~Lepan
with Russia Lei G. Egmalis and Richard D. Egmalis;
 with great appreciation of the works ofart by  the
Brent IB students of 2012 and their mentor
Robert Joaquin



Your children are not your children.
They are sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.



They come through you but not from you.





And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.




You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
for they have their own thoughts.



You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.


You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.



You are the bows
from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.




The archer sees the make upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might that
His arrows may go swift and far.




Let your bending in the archer's hand
be for gladness.




For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He also loves the bow that is stable.”





“You may forget with whom you laughed,
but you will never forget with whom you wept. ”




"All that spirits desire, spirits attain."




“We choose our joys and sorrows
long before we experience them.”



“Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are the eternity and you are the mirror.”



“You give but little when you give of your possessions.
It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.”



"The appearance of things change according to the emotions,
and thus we see magic and beauty in them, while the magic
and beauty are really in ourselves."





"Generosity is not giving me that which I need more than you do,
but it is giving me that which you need more than I do."


 "Progress lies not in enhancing what is,
but in advancing toward what will be."

 In these photos: Russia Lei G. Egmalis, Pureza gomeyac-Egmalis, Karl Torento, Almae Caluya, Rowena Joaquin, Tess Abenojar, Richard D. Egmalis, Robert Joaquin, Red Kairos G. Egmalis, Jenny Bautista,

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