Because my father is a first generation
immigrant from the Philippines and my mother is the product of a genealogy of pioneers
from Europe, as I child I struggled to understand under what race I would be
categorized. When my little friends
would meet my mom for the first time, they would see her blonde hair and blue
eyes, and would be unable to make the connection of mother and daughter between
us. With my dad, I felt more comfortable
with introductions; our connections were more obvious. Now I’ve realized that I don’t specifically
identify my appearance to either one entirely.
I believe I’m a complete mix.
Though the brown of my eyes are easily seen as a reflection of my father’s,
the lids that house them are in the form of my mother’s.
It is in my genealogical roots that
I wished to find the answers of who I was.
I would daydream of what life was like in the Philippines, with only
idealistic photos from travel books and my own imagination to guide me. In this piece, I wished to represent what
that sort of looked like in my mind.
When looking through a bunch of paintings, I found the work of Vicente
Manansala, who is a cubist from the mid 1900s. The bright colors and basic forms he uses to
create a pieced together world are similar to the visions I often try to form
in my head. I specifically chose the
piece “Prayer before Meal”, because there are only a few details that my father
would share with me, including the fact that his mother was very strict about
prayers as a family and the Sabbath day observance.
For me this piece became the
physical representation of the imaginations I’ve had since I was a child. Like Jenkins says in his article “How Texts
Become Real,” I formed an immediate fondness to Manansala’s type of painting,
because it replicates the feelings I have created for myself in my own
mind. To me, because of this connection,
the original intent of the painter may be lost on me now that I have my own
purpose of viewing his work.
To combine this idea with my
feelings about my mother’s heritage, I found a more realistic painting of
farmland landscape on which she grew up on and that her ancestors had been
accustomed to. This image is more
realistic to me, because I’ve visited the birthplace of my mother and seen the
landscapes she had seen when she grew up.
Overlaying this image with the painting by Manansala, emulates the
feeling that I am not defined by one culture or the other, but rather an
exploration of what the two become blended together.