Kitten & Goldfish
(rapidograph on paper)
ABOUT THIS COLLECTION
When my son lost his kitten from tragic death, I could feel the unbearable pain inside him. It was his first taste of sorrow, and by watching him crying all day broke my heart into pieces. As a father, I could only embrace and kiss him with tenderness and compassion. I could have brought him to a mall and bought out his pains with toys, games, or rides. But at that time, I could even hardly buy my own art materials as a struggling artist. The only thing I could do, which seemed logical, was to create something that would temporarily alleviate his grief and desolation. For a while, I could see my son smiling again when he saw my drawings, but the innocence of his smile was no longer the same.
~ Danny Castillones Sillada
When my son lost his kitten from tragic death, I could feel the unbearable pain inside him. It was his first taste of sorrow, and by watching him crying all day broke my heart into pieces. As a father, I could only embrace and kiss him with tenderness and compassion. I could have brought him to a mall and bought out his pains with toys, games, or rides. But at that time, I could even hardly buy my own art materials as a struggling artist. The only thing I could do, which seemed logical, was to create something that would temporarily alleviate his grief and desolation. For a while, I could see my son smiling again when he saw my drawings, but the innocence of his smile was no longer the same.
~ Danny Castillones Sillada
THE BURIAL
(Written for my son, John Daniel, when he was nine years old after losing his kitten from a tragic accident)
Standing on his kitten's burial ground,
the boy begins to cry. His mind is drifting,
searching for reasons
that he could barely understand.
The distances of everything,
the desolate longing, and the naïve feeling
towards death have unjustifiably
shaken his blamelessness existence.
As if the loss of his kitten were the loss of everything,
the loss of innocence,
a bittersweet encounter
in the real world.
~ Danny Castillones Sillada
(Written for my son, John Daniel, when he was nine years old after losing his kitten from a tragic accident)
Standing on his kitten's burial ground,
the boy begins to cry. His mind is drifting,
searching for reasons
that he could barely understand.
The distances of everything,
the desolate longing, and the naïve feeling
towards death have unjustifiably
shaken his blamelessness existence.
As if the loss of his kitten were the loss of everything,
the loss of innocence,
a bittersweet encounter
in the real world.
~ Danny Castillones Sillada