This image is from a painting by Joe Babauta who passed away last year and was one of my favorite professors when I was at UOG. You might recognize the figure in the bottom right corner, as it was supposed to be my grandfather, Joaquin Flores Lujan in his blacksmith garb.
When I was taking art classes at
UOG, I didn't have much space to paint at home and so I would often
sneak into the second floor studio at
night and paint until morning. I had a small black CD player that
eventually got covered with paint from my sessions and I would blare
Chamorro music while I worked. Joe, who would often times sleep in his
office, would come out all groggy when a song played that he
At this time I was just learning to speak Chamorro
and was just getting into Chamorro music. Every time "Matulaika i
Siniente," "Ayuda Un Keyao Taotao" or "Guahu sin Hagu" would come on he
would suddenly appear at the studio door wailing like a wounded techa.
Usually after laughing for a bit, I would end up wailing beside him.