"Washi magnets"; washi paper & gold leafing on glass.
So here's my story, Part 4:
I visited a tiny rural island in the Philippine archipelago called Iloilo, where I stayed at a villa nestled among fish farms, sea salt farms, and sugarcane plantations. I spent afternoons in a coconut hut, called bahay kubo, where I interviewed my grandmother about her life during the World War II era in the Pacific Islands. Her father was a double agent helping the Americans and allied forces, so I learnt some more about my family's long military history.
The cities of Manila, Makati, and Subic Bay on the island of Luzon were fascinating. I even got to see a vertical cemetery, built right into the faces of some hills. After the Philippines, I spent some time in Hong Kong, where I did a lot of street hiking and taking snapshots in the various districts. I met some Filipina maids there, who were terrified that I was one of the types of wealthy Chinese people they worked for; they recounted to me stories of their horrible mistreatment — one of them had to sleep on the kitchen floor next to the dog's feeding dish; another had to sleep on top of her employer's family's washing machine.
All the while, I carried a sketchbook and forced myself to sketch, paint, draw, and write. I knew I needed to practise and regain my skills, and even though a lot of what I sketched was rudimentary, I knew that eventually, I would get back what the brain injury had taken away from me.
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