It was to be my last trip back to Dumaguete after having spent one of the most interesting years of my life living in this enchanted island. Dumaguete was one of those truly heartening times. The most dynamic and alive I have felt in years since dancing to the tune of my simply bewildered existence in college. This trip back was to visit some very good friends I have made during my stay there before I go on with my next long journey.
And along the way…this film was what I saw…
For a moment, I guess it signified some inside funerals I definitely had to attend…before I move on with the next path I chose to take…funerals, unlike this picture, never to be mourned for, instead celebrated…the death of doubt in my heart, the death of fear in my soul, and the death of the haunts of past ignorance and hesitation…for myself…and for those I would cross paths with someday…
Karina, that was a touching piece that you wrote. I've always admired your ability to express yourself in prose. And now, I see a new blossoming talent--expression in pictures/film.
The short films in this site are not for commercial purposes. They are simply means of expression, moving pictures of one's experiences as life is lived...something one could "flip" through when a day becomes very quiet.
This has become my own brand of art, my offbeat poetry, my sanctuary...
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3 FUNERALS IN A JOURNEY
It was to be my last trip back to Dumaguete after having spent one of the most interesting years of my life living in this enchanted island. Dumaguete was one of those truly heartening times. The most dynamic and alive I have felt in years since dancing to the tune of my simply bewildered existence in college. This trip back was to visit some very good friends I have made during my stay there before I go on with my next long journey.
And along the way…this film was what I saw…
For a moment, I guess it signified some inside funerals I definitely had to attend…before I move on with the next path I chose to take…funerals, unlike this picture, never to be mourned for, instead celebrated…the death of doubt in my heart, the death of fear in my soul, and the death of the haunts of past ignorance and hesitation…for myself…and for those I would cross paths with someday…
(Film on this blogsite.)
Karina, that was a touching piece that you wrote. I've always admired your ability to express yourself in prose. And now, I see a new blossoming talent--expression in pictures/film.
Thanks, Junj! :-)
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