I feel pretty
When you give that look to me
I feel messed up
As I imagined to sit on your lap
I feel pretty
As a smile I see from thee
A smile from your lips
As I melt from your grips
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WHAT KIND OF SEEDS DID YOU SOW
my son archie
POM-POM GIRL, INDIAN BRIDE
the run-away bride, your Mount Everest
WAR OF THE UNIVERSE
Seek protection under the dove's wings
Our Lady Of Guadalupe
Graced by Nay Tita, your light shines on
THE HOLY TRINITY
FATHER, SON, AND HOLY SPIRIT
Just A Piece In Her Chessboard?
To restore Arts Health and integration back to society
Eulogy For Marina
In Honor Of The Virgin Of Antipolo
I Am The Clown Bobo
Through her eyes, my grand daughter, Tiara Luise Imperial
Blessings To My Soul
Mama Tita, Your Light Lives On
Solar Energy From Lifeless Objects
A collection from my antiques
Oil In Nana's Kitchen
I Big Mo...from my cash register....
Born In The House Of Levi
A design, concept and rendition in collaboration with my son
Artist In Saint Bartholomew
My niece Malen
Bitter-Sweet Memories
Held at the entrance
Coconut Vendor, done by Carmen Herrera-Uy, early '80's, oil on canvasss
Reserved for Manang Grace E-M...Herrera
Lotus, Emblem Of Truth And Purity
By Oscar M. Figuracion Jr.
Keep Still My Jittery Bug
Kalachuchi flowers, a reflection....
My veil as a bride
Mother of one, surrogate of many
Single Golden Rose
By Bal Gando, NFS, a collection Of Carmen Herrera Uy
Nine Golden Carps
Not For Sale, Reserved as a gift for Fely of Starbucks
Our Marriage
Myself And Art On June 8, 1974
My Family
Archie, Myself, and Art
Laundrywomen, 24x30" Oil Painting, By Carmen H. Uy
Not for Sale
Art's Tumor
Art and myself, year 1974
Not too Bad
Tiara
Perfect Imperfection
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