I remember my father as someone who lived his life like a bull rider. He never relented no matter how rough his situation became. He was the epitome of "macho". As tough as he looked, he was always gentle with me. He co-owned and operated a shoe store in the Philippines where he designed the shoes. That's where I learned my lifelong passion for art. The shoe business didnít last as the Philippine economy got worst. My parents separated and my father had trouble finding another line of work. My mother brought me and my brother to the states for a better future. While I attended high school in the U.S., he was challenged by cancer and passed away. As I hold on to my passion, I hold on to his memory.
Cubscout, 2008
Oil on Canvas
36" x 48"