Bouquet

Bouquet

Dr Abe V Rotor

                                                        Painting in acrylic, AVR  

Bouquet - how extreme:

how happy, how sad,

how deceitful, how holy,

how tame, how mad!

Bouquet - how fresh,

picked for vase or lei;

how withered when gone

across the bay.

Bouquet - how fragrant

across the hall;

how lavish in summer,

how dearth in fall.

Bouquet - how missed

the bee, the butterfly

in the garden, the rainbow

an arch of sigh.~

Hands-on and On-site Learning 3: Art Evolution: "Aim at Function, Beauty and Posterity."

Hands-on and On-site Learning 3 

Art Evolution: "Aim at Function, Beauty and Posterity." 

UNP Education Students visit the Living with Nature Center

San Vicente, Ilocos Sur 

 

 "I hear and I forget. I see and I remember. I do and I understand." - Confucius 

Dr Abe V Rotor

 

 

Samples of home-made projects - original and simple.  

Author's art work 2025.

School projects students must submit,

easiest to buy than make their own;

unfair to those who labor to make one,

but a teacher knows which is genuine.

 

" Art, craft, teaching aid, laboratory specimen rolled-in-one."

Multi-facet projects challenge creativity;

aim at function, beauty and posterity.

“Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood.” — Helen Keller

 

Reviving the piggy bank tradition in art.  Guests put in the first coins.

Art promotes values,

secures one as he grows old;

 to the  lavish and bold.

there's no excuse.

“Learning is experience. Everything else is just information.” — Albert Einstein ~

Neo-Symbolism Art Movement in Our Times

Neo-Symbolism Art Movement in Our Times

Dr Abe V Rotor

1. Wounded Peace

Wounded Peace in acrylic by the author 2020

Peace they bring these white doves in the sky;

passing over Flanders's Field of long ago,

when suddenly fired upon from down below;

it's history repeating the battle cry. - avr

 

2. The Eye in the Coral Reef

The Eye in the Coral Reef, Acrylic Painting by the author 2015

The eye! The eye!
among the corals watching.
conscience of the sea,
over Homo sapiens fishing.

It never winks, it's alive,
guarding against man's folly,
whose eye, not of man,
disgraced guardian of the sea. ~

3. Two Faces of our Planet Earth

 

The Pristine and defiled faces of our Planet Earth in acrylic on wood 

scraps by the author 2020

Light in the air, swaying with the wind;

Heavy in the air dull, still;

Pristine, natural in the absence of man, 

Defiled, dead, can't humans feel?

4. Living Columns of Parthenon

Green Parthenon, in acrylic on wood by the author

 

Living columns, Parthenon of the forest,

     your fate in the hands of man,

what time did to a temple of the gods -

     ruins of beauty now gone. 

 

5. Primeval Universe

Primordium Universe in acrylic (38" x 26"), AVR 2011

I wonder at infinity in its very beginning,
of a primeval universe devoid of stars;
I wonder at the prima causa of time and space,
of energy and matter becoming living mass.

I wonder at the blueprint of a Supreme Design,
if found the Big Bang and the Black Hole;
I wonder if there was a kinder universe before,
where Heaven and Earth were one and whole. ~

6. White doves at dawn

Silent Spring of Carson warns us of destruction,

from runaway technology and affluent living;

white doves coming down to herald at dawn

peace isn't lost, but waiting for us to redeem.

7. Maze

 

Maze in acrylic by the author 2025

Symbol of many an interpretation

in life and living, home, at work;

but where has the painter gone? 

what really is his own intention? 

8. Thorns Hanging

 

Hard rind of Miracle fruit embedded with cherry thorns,

artwork of the author.

Why thorns on a ball or globe,

plaything - or is it our world?

Like hanging Damocles' sword,

over man, both young and old.

9. Tree of Knowledge

 

Tree of Knowledge after the Fall in acrylic, AVR 

All alone after the Fall, abandoned;

regained somewhere, we believe;

in our world, cyberspace, searching

for this Tree of Adam and Eve.

10. Silent Bells

  

Silent Bells in acrylic AVR

The bells, their mission done,

adorn with flowering vines,

 where have the faithful gone? ~

The Cat: Classical Case of Evolution through Domestication

The Cat:

Classical Case of Evolution through Domestication

Dr Abe V Rotor

Cats are among the earliest domesticated animals dating back 10,000 to 12,000 years ago in the Fertile Crescent, where man started to settle down from nomadic existence, an epoch characterized by the rise of agriculture.
 

Poor, poor creature in idle rest,
Once proud with the king of the beasts,
The feline god Cleopatra caressed,
Agile that only the lightning can best –
You shame your kind and history,
And your evolutionary tree.




Mindless, you purr your answer;
“A pet I’ve become while my brothers roar.
Degenerated I am, but here I’ll stay
For some mice, imaginary or prey,
Making me a friend and almost sane
To be idle and tame with all to gain.” ~




The cat found man, or is it the other way around?

Living with Nature School on Blog
Lesson on former Paaralang  Bayan sa Himpapawid with Ms Melly C Tenorio
738 DZRB AM Band, 8 to 9 evening class, Monday to Friday.  Acknowledgement with gratitude: Ai Overview, Internet, Living with Nature series AVR-UST

Light in the Woods Series: Let nature be your teacher

Light in the Woods Series 

Let nature be your teacher

"Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher"

 - William Wordsworth

Dr Abe V Rotor

Scenes and Thoughts under the Trees

Scenes and Thoughts under the Trees 

Living with Nature Center

San Vicente, Ilocos Sur

"Love is like a tree, it grows of its own accord, it puts down deep roots into our whole being."― Victor Hugo

Dr Abe V Rotor

Author's grandchildren Mackie and Markus with their Tita Venie,

author's sister, stroll under heritage mango trees, circa 2017. 

Care and worries dissolve under the trees,

nature's umbrella from sun and rain;

where silence and freedom reign supreme,

and growing up a sweet passing of time.

"Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky" - Khalil Gibran

 

Lianas, epiphyses and ground plants make a dense growth around the trunks of heritage trees, adding shade and coolness of the surroundings.

 

Feathery trees like peacock's tail,

filter my eyes from dust and glare;

the sky as soft as clouds drifting,

and noise like breeze passing by.

 

These trees are truly pillars of time,

heritage from my great grandfather,

withstanding the elements of nature,

as a legacy of the next generation. 

"Trees are as close to immortality as the rest of us ever come."- Karen Joy Fowler

 

"Someone's sitting in the shade today because someone planted 

a tree a long time ago." - Warren Buffett

Birds are singing in the trees

in harmony with the breeze.

  

"If you would know strength and patience, welcome

 the company of trees" - Borland.

 

Hide-and-seek among the trees,

win-or-lose the key to peace

"The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose 

shade you do not expect to sit."― Nelson Henderson

 

Anton Chekhov said, "Life on earth is inconceivable without trees." 

Plant and nurture some trees and you'll find happiness and peace. 

 

Feathery crown of trees appears like curtain of a stage,

unveils nature's play and the book of life  page by page. 

"When you plant a tree you plant a legacy." - Pepper Provenzano

“If all mankind were to disappear, the world would regenerate back to the rich state of equilibrium that existed ten thousand years ago. If insects were to vanish, the environment would collapse into chaos.”- EO Wilson ~

Ode to a painting: Take Me Back to the Country

Ode to a painting

Take Me Back to the Country

Happy Childhood in the Country

“Joyful moments of childhood are most precious, ephemeral yet eternal. The child in each one of us lives on to the golden years of life.” avr

Painting and Poem by Dr Abe V Rotor

Happy Childhood in the Country, acrylic on canvas (58” x 33”)

AVRotor 2019

Take me back to the country far away from the city,
where sound is music, nature's canvas the landscape,
where the mountains, meadows and rivers are green;
where there are no walls, roofs, and bars to escape.

Take me back to the country far away from the crowd,
where I'm not just a part, where I am myself again;
where there is no high rise, where the cottage reigns,
where home is nature as I open the window pane.

Take me back to the country far away from forgetting,
the cheerful child in me many, many years back;
flying kites at harvest time, fishing in the summer,
where school is far, yet learning is not what I lack.

Take me back to the country far away from the town,
where cars can't follow, where affluence has no place;
where commerce is simple, where wealth is not gold,
where living is not a show, where every meal a grace.

Take me back to the country far away from the race,
where I can compete best with myself, not with others;
where I can learn more the ways of nature, not of men;
where civilization begins once more at its borders. ~