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"Fourth Wind" Solo Art Exhibition


Born on June 4, 1951, Francis, ‘Kiko’ is truly an exceptional, remarkable fellow. PAGDIRIWANG is honored to present him as the Art Exhibitor in 2024.


Consider the following:


Basketball Superstar (Hall of Fame; National Teams; Ateneo championship; PBA with Toyota and Ginebra, 10 Championships; 25 Greatest Players)


Literature (Prose and Poetry)


Arts (Painting and Movie Acting)


Spiritual (Evangelist).

Grace Road

There are days that I feel

like the psalmist of old.

My body groans

Parched and dry.

Creaking with every taken step.

I hear the shriek of bone-to-bone grinding

rising from an ancient body,

hissing and puffing

like a dusty relic sputtering slowly

up an old country road.

I hear the dirge of black-robed crows

Judging from above.

If only you listened a long time ago

they cackle:

Your long nights have caught up

with your days.

Yet when I consider the years gone by

And you who I met on the road

My spirit soars above the thorn

I rumble on...I rumble on.


Thoughts from a meadow

We carry a pack heavy on our backs

Filled with shards of leftover stuff

Pieces of our past

that we alone have seen

as we walk the trail.

Yet if we just pause a while

and see the splendor of golden poppies

and wild magnolias,

bluebells and the bellflower

the dogwood and bee blossoms

swaying gently in the breeze

our load is surely lightened.

If we just listen to the song of the wind

a melody rising from the trees

as it whispers softly...

toss them away, let them go.

And if we do, one by one

like one skips a stone

on a clear mountain lake...

they skim away and are no


-FA 2017

More importantly, he is a devoted and dutiful family man to his wife Bebe 4 children, and 5 grandchildren.


Despite these attributes, Francis remains humble and compassionate. He contributes, without fanfare, to various educational and charitable causes.


Francis is coming from Sacramento, California bringing along his artworks and a few literary verses for Pagdiriwang 2024 in Seattle, Washington.


His paintings reflect the man. “My art is what is inside of me. It’s all about the wonders of creation by the master artist, our Creator. I do it for no other reason but to honor God who gave me the desire and passion to paint.


My works are all about joy, beauty, and peace. If I can elicit the same feelings from the viewer of my paintings, my job is done."

There is nothing more I wish for than to sit beside you. Our hearts and hands holding. At rest like our bare feet in the warm sand…Our faces reflecting the glow of the setting sun.

Walking with a child. It’s a time that we can stop listening to our jaded thoughts and instead hold a child by the hand and just listen to his thoughts. Perhaps we can discover again what life is all about. It’s not in the words spoken… but in the hands holding.


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