As long as I can remember we were always surrounded by art. My Father left the Philippines for the United States when my brother and sisters were young children. He wanted to give us a better opportunity for a better life. When we met up with him 3 years later in 1972 we landed in Victorville, Ca. From there I can remember my father's art gracing the walls of our house. He had taught art at the local school and his talents did not go unnoticed. Within a year or two he decided to move his family up to the bay area in a small town called Milpitas. We had a cousin that lived up there and told my parents that that will be a great place with a great future for his art.