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in loving memory of sid gomez hildawa + march 30, 2008
" thank you bert. i wan't you to go home tonight. i don't want you to stay here ngyong gabi. come back tomorrow when i'm already ok. please don't get depressed. ok?"
those were the last words that i heard from my dear friend sid exactly a year ago. 5 min after i left his pad he passed away...
i received the news that he was sick that same day only. dean our mutual friend called me up to say that sid is not ok. i really thought that it was a bad joke... i cried in the CR for almost an hour. i tried to calm myself... i dont want sid to see me teary eyed.
marco accompanied me at sid's pad and studio, that was around 6pm. his mom, sister and some of his brothers were there at that time. he can barely talk... ate rosa gave him a porridge to eat then afterwards a lay minister came to give blessing. he can't even raise his hand to say amen, so i raised it for him... we changed his bed covers and i gave him a sponge bath... time was susspended for me at that time i can't even recall all of what transpired afterwards...
... all i could recall was the txt message of dean saying that sid passed away and his remains lie at his pad. we are still at south superhighway then, i never really cared, i wailed so hard upon reading it that marco got one of the most shocking moments of his driving career. : ) i told him that we should return at sid's pad but he insisted that he should take me home because im unconsolable, exhausted and going balistic. (hehehe) now i'm trying to smile whenever i recall those painful moments....
before that....
...it had been months since i last saw him. due to the hectic scheds of both our works we seldom meet na lang during those times. what is baffling is that i never received any txt messages from him for about 3 weeks. and one thing that made me think that he was not ok is that for the very first time no poems composed by him were forwarded to me on last years easter sunday.
....
whoa. i think i'll have to continue this story some other time. hwooo! need to get some fresh air muna....
even before i met him, we were correspondents. we would often talk of life and everything under the moon and sun. i never really knew who sid was until i met him in person. he was the silent type. the one who thinks a thousand times before uttering the words. i never knew that he was the director of the visual arts department and graduated with architecture as his course. he was among the top in their board examination (third if i remember it right). he was so humble that these things unfolded to me via his friends pa, walang ere.
the things that we both love much; our fascination with tofu, squid and chowking. hahahaha. and of course our great love for the arts. he was an abstract painter, while i, a classical naturalist. we often criticize each other's works and we always end up in heated debates and most of the time ends with heartfelt resounding laughters.
we also adore books. we have massive collections of them and we make it a point to share. we read everything and anything. we were not biassed nor judgemental when it comes to acquiring knowledge...
he was the most gentlest of souls that i've met so far. quiet, yet he had this imposing/commanding aura. he was well loved by his friends and adored by his collegues.
in 2007 he gave me a book. it was about philosophy and sculptures. i said "i am not a sculptor!"
he said, "you will be."
he found out that when CCP mounted an exhibit at their lobby i sat there for two hours with clay. i joined a group of artist and molded the bust of a pregnant woman emerging on a cut down tree trunk which was also made of clay.
upon seeing my works on clay he decided to give me some of his proportional compasses that i use now for my sculptures.
this dolorosa, i made in honor of his memories; who i gave to a dear friend as a birthday gift... whom i met exactly 7months after the death of sid. although they are so different from one another one thing that they both have is the thirst for knowledge and an overwhelming drive to strive hard for the sake of art.
rest well sid in the arms of your creator. you may not be here with us physically but your good works and memories will live on...
in loving memory of sid gomez hildawa + march 30, 2008
" thank you bert. i wan't you to go home tonight. i don't want you to stay here ngyong gabi. come back tomorrow when i'm already ok. please don't get depressed. ok?"
those were the last words that i heard from my dear friend sid exactly a year ago. 5 min after i left his pad he passed away...
i received the news that he was sick that same day only. dean our mutual friend called me up to say that sid is not ok. i really thought that it was a bad joke... i cried in the CR for almost an hour. i tried to calm myself... i dont want sid to see me teary eyed.
marco accompanied me at sid's pad and studio, that was around 6pm. his mom, sister and some of his brothers were there at that time. he can barely talk... ate rosa gave him a porridge to eat then afterwards a lay minister came to give blessing. he can't even raise his hand to say amen, so i raised it for him... we changed his bed covers and i gave him a sponge bath... time was susspended for me at that time i can't even recall all of what transpired afterwards...
... all i could recall was the txt message of dean saying that sid passed away and his remains lie at his pad. we are still at south superhighway then, i never really cared, i wailed so hard upon reading it that marco got one of the most shocking moments of his driving career. : ) i told him that we should return at sid's pad but he insisted that he should take me home because im unconsolable, exhausted and going balistic. (hehehe) now i'm trying to smile whenever i recall those painful moments....
before that....
...it had been months since i last saw him. due to the hectic scheds of both our works we seldom meet na lang during those times. what is baffling is that i never received any txt messages from him for about 3 weeks. and one thing that made me think that he was not ok is that for the very first time no poems composed by him were forwarded to me on last years easter sunday.
....
whoa. i think i'll have to continue this story some other time. hwooo! need to get some fresh air muna....
even before i met him, we were correspondents. we would often talk of life and everything under the moon and sun. i never really knew who sid was until i met him in person. he was the silent type. the one who thinks a thousand times before uttering the words. i never knew that he was the director of the visual arts department and graduated with architecture as his course. he was among the top in their board examination (third if i remember it right). he was so humble that these things unfolded to me via his friends pa, walang ere.
the things that we both love much; our fascination with tofu, squid and chowking. hahahaha. and of course our great love for the arts. he was an abstract painter, while i, a classical naturalist. we often criticize each other's works and we always end up in heated debates and most of the time ends with heartfelt resounding laughters.
we also adore books. we have massive collections of them and we make it a point to share. we read everything and anything. we were not biassed nor judgemental when it comes to acquiring knowledge...
he was the most gentlest of souls that i've met so far. quiet, yet he had this imposing/commanding aura. he was well loved by his friends and adored by his collegues.
in 2007 he gave me a book. it was about philosophy and sculptures. i said "i am not a sculptor!"
he said, "you will be."
he found out that when CCP mounted an exhibit at their lobby i sat there for two hours with clay. i joined a group of artist and molded the bust of a pregnant woman emerging on a cut down tree trunk which was also made of clay.
upon seeing my works on clay he decided to give me some of his proportional compasses that i use now for my sculptures.
this dolorosa, i made in honor of his memories; who i gave to a dear friend as a birthday gift... whom i met exactly 7months after the death of sid. although they are so different from one another one thing that they both have is the thirst for knowledge and an overwhelming drive to strive hard for the sake of art.
rest well sid in the arms of your creator. you may not be here with us physically but your good works and memories will live on...