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It’s A Mud Life! (Press "L" to view L A R G E.)

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Written / Prepared by: Kakay Pamaran (Process Narrative Report) and Clee Andro (Still Photography)

“Remember that you molded me like clay. Will you now turn me to dust again?” – Job asking God about his existence and mortality in Job 10:9, New International Version.

“I am a hidden meaning made to defy. The grasp of words, and walk away with free will and destiny. As living, revolutionary clay.” – Muhammad Iqbal contemplates the expanded, entangled and molded form, function and moments of man, in search of the existence of his Creator.

Flood doesn’t wash it away. Perhaps, clay is the balanced ironic metaphor between creation and destruction (or vice-versa).

“House! Books! Wood! Corner Seat! Table! Clothes! TV! Refrigerator! EVERYTHING!” The battlecry words chorused from a total of 800 ecstatic school children – from the flood-affected areas (wrought by Typhoon Sendong last December 17, 2011) of Oriental Negros – as they were asked by Sharon Rose Dadang-Rafols on the things that were swept away. Sharon Dadang was the Project Lead for Plan International’s psychosocial art therapy entitled, MUD LIFE: Art Intervention through CLAY SCULPTURES.

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2012 © Clee Villasor. All rights reserved. Do not use these in blogs, print publications or other media, without my explicit permission.

It’s A Mud Life! (Press "L" to view L A R G E.)

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Written / Prepared by: Kakay Pamaran (Process Narrative Report) and Clee Andro (Still Photography)

“Remember that you molded me like clay. Will you now turn me to dust again?” – Job asking God about his existence and mortality in Job 10:9, New International Version.

“I am a hidden meaning made to defy. The grasp of words, and walk away with free will and destiny. As living, revolutionary clay.” – Muhammad Iqbal contemplates the expanded, entangled and molded form, function and moments of man, in search of the existence of his Creator.

Flood doesn’t wash it away. Perhaps, clay is the balanced ironic metaphor between creation and destruction (or vice-versa).

“House! Books! Wood! Corner Seat! Table! Clothes! TV! Refrigerator! EVERYTHING!” The battlecry words chorused from a total of 800 ecstatic school children – from the flood-affected areas (wrought by Typhoon Sendong last December 17, 2011) of Oriental Negros – as they were asked by Sharon Rose Dadang-Rafols on the things that were swept away. Sharon Dadang was the Project Lead for Plan International’s psychosocial art therapy entitled, MUD LIFE: Art Intervention through CLAY SCULPTURES.

Twitter: twitter.com/#!/Cleeandro
Facebook: www.facebook.com/Cleeandrophotography

If you would like to commission me for your creative projects/needs, please email: digitalimageer@gmail.com

2012 © Clee Villasor. All rights reserved. Do not use these in blogs, print publications or other media, without my explicit permission.

It’s A Mud Life! (Press "L" to view L A R G E.)

READ THE STORY

Written / Prepared by: Kakay Pamaran (Process Narrative Report) and Clee Andro (Still Photography)

“Remember that you molded me like clay. Will you now turn me to dust again?” – Job asking God about his existence and mortality in Job 10:9, New International Version.

“I am a hidden meaning made to defy. The grasp of words, and walk away with free will and destiny. As living, revolutionary clay.” – Muhammad Iqbal contemplates the expanded, entangled and molded form, function and moments of man, in search of the existence of his Creator.

Flood doesn’t wash it away. Perhaps, clay is the balanced ironic metaphor between creation and destruction (or vice-versa).

“House! Books! Wood! Corner Seat! Table! Clothes! TV! Refrigerator! EVERYTHING!” The battlecry words chorused from a total of 800 ecstatic school children – from the flood-affected areas (wrought by Typhoon Sendong last December 17, 2011) of Oriental Negros – as they were asked by Sharon Rose Dadang-Rafols on the things that were swept away. Sharon Dadang was the Project Lead for Plan International’s psychosocial art therapy entitled, MUD LIFE: Art Intervention through CLAY SCULPTURES.

Twitter: twitter.com/#!/Cleeandro
Facebook: www.facebook.com/Cleeandrophotography

If you would like to commission me for your creative projects/needs, please email: digitalimageer@gmail.com

2012 © Clee Villasor. All rights reserved. Do not use these in blogs, print publications or other media, without my explicit permission.

It’s A Mud Life! (Press "L" to view L A R G E.)

READ THE STORY

Written / Prepared by: Kakay Pamaran (Process Narrative Report) and Clee Andro (Still Photography)

“Remember that you molded me like clay. Will you now turn me to dust again?” – Job asking God about his existence and mortality in Job 10:9, New International Version.

“I am a hidden meaning made to defy. The grasp of words, and walk away with free will and destiny. As living, revolutionary clay.” – Muhammad Iqbal contemplates the expanded, entangled and molded form, function and moments of man, in search of the existence of his Creator.

Flood doesn’t wash it away. Perhaps, clay is the balanced ironic metaphor between creation and destruction (or vice-versa).

“House! Books! Wood! Corner Seat! Table! Clothes! TV! Refrigerator! EVERYTHING!” The battlecry words chorused from a total of 800 ecstatic school children – from the flood-affected areas (wrought by Typhoon Sendong last December 17, 2011) of Oriental Negros – as they were asked by Sharon Rose Dadang-Rafols on the things that were swept away. Sharon Dadang was the Project Lead for Plan International’s psychosocial art therapy entitled, MUD LIFE: Art Intervention through CLAY SCULPTURES.

Twitter: twitter.com/#!/Cleeandro
Facebook: www.facebook.com/Cleeandrophotography

If you would like to commission me for your creative projects/needs, please email: digitalimageer@gmail.com

2012 © Clee Villasor. All rights reserved. Do not use these in blogs, print publications or other media, without my explicit permission.

It’s A Mud Life! (Press "L" to view L A R G E.)

READ THE STORY

Written / Prepared by: Kakay Pamaran (Process Narrative Report) and Clee Andro (Still Photography)

“Remember that you molded me like clay. Will you now turn me to dust again?” – Job asking God about his existence and mortality in Job 10:9, New International Version.

“I am a hidden meaning made to defy. The grasp of words, and walk away with free will and destiny. As living, revolutionary clay.” – Muhammad Iqbal contemplates the expanded, entangled and molded form, function and moments of man, in search of the existence of his Creator.

Flood doesn’t wash it away. Perhaps, clay is the balanced ironic metaphor between creation and destruction (or vice-versa).

“House! Books! Wood! Corner Seat! Table! Clothes! TV! Refrigerator! EVERYTHING!” The battlecry words chorused from a total of 800 ecstatic school children – from the flood-affected areas (wrought by Typhoon Sendong last December 17, 2011) of Oriental Negros – as they were asked by Sharon Rose Dadang-Rafols on the things that were swept away. Sharon Dadang was the Project Lead for Plan International’s psychosocial art therapy entitled, MUD LIFE: Art Intervention through CLAY SCULPTURES.

Twitter: twitter.com/#!/Cleeandro
Facebook: www.facebook.com/Cleeandrophotography

If you would like to commission me for your creative projects/needs, please email: digitalimageer@gmail.com

2012 © Clee Villasor. All rights reserved. Do not use these in blogs, print publications or other media, without my explicit permission.