I am getting worried because it is already the month of May and I have yet to read and finish one book this year. I have always considered that people who do not read books are of a lesser type of human beings. For me, people’s justification that they are too busy and do not have the time to read a book are living a less meaningful life.
The whole purpose of reading, for me, is not about having to learn more. It is to get in touch with that deep quiet part of myself. My inner temple so to speak. And for me, books don’t only inform or inspire, it is also my form of deep reflection and relaxation.
Thank goodness I received a book yesterday, as gifted to me by my boss. And what is so awesome about it is that it was personally signed by the author himself. And since I am “re-starting” what is further remarkable about it is that it is a one-seating kind of a hardcover.
Let me then formally announce that the first book I have read this year is by a prolific writer, Ambeth Ocampo. It is his latest and is entitled E. Aguilar Cruz: The Writer as Painter. The book impressively examines how the artistic style of E. Aguilar Cruz has evolved.
The book has thankfully brought me to a different realm for it tackles creative virtuosity, visual exquisity and inherent passion towards one’s art. Ocampo’s writing, contemplations and analyses can effectively aid the reader on understanding the realist, impressionist and expressionist works of Aguilar Cruz. He convincingly conveyed that E. Aguilar Cruz is an artist that is a league of his own. And because of the humongous amount of featured photos of E. Aguilar Cruz’s paintings and sketches, the book is actually like a compact and mobile mini-art gallery!
Thanks to this super worthy book, my worry has finally ceased. And I can finally reconsider myself again as a more worthy and well-meaning human being. Next book please….
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