| My younger brother loves to draw by using any apparatus he can get. It could either by pencil, water color, ball pen, crayons or sign-pens, depending on what’s available on the table. He loves to draw just to keep his hands busy, loathes being unoccupied.
And one Sunday morning, the thought of having his own house someday drove him to sketch. He once described it to me as big, mansion-planned and sophisticated façade in a sub-urban community.
He used spare charcoal (uling in Bisaya) from the dirty kitchen. Penciled it on the wall like a MyGel pen stroke on a fine bond paper, smoothly glides with poise and grace, of the same kind to a ballerina slide. Free of any sign of flaw.
When he’d done creating the art on the wall in front of terrace, I paid a gape onto it and found out that it wasn’t it was suppose to be. Rather a simple and small house, common-designed with an undersized attic, from where you can see the stars on a lonely night.
Vincent is a younger brother with a simple dream. And he’s not hiding it. |
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