Weekend plus with Lonelypangetdatkom

Travel before you realise there’s no time left for the great feet bestowed on you. Over the past few months and on weekends my itchy feet brought me to some places, survived one road accident, and so on. Sharing the fun.

Chocolate Hills, Bohol

Chocolate Hills, Bohol

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Saw the old car of a former Philippine President from Cebu

Beverly Inn's

Beverly Inn’s

Had a nice tsokolate and Apple Pie in one of Cebu’s old Inns

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Survived a nearly head on collision along Cebu Hi-way- bruised leg only and aching back.  Continued the flight to Tacloban.

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Then the crazy maniac driver running at 80 per hour-that same day of my accident. We ended with a flat tire along the road going to Samar from Leyte.

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Visited an old artist and his home studio in Calbayog

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Tried the Batman Tricycle of Calbayog

Panglao Beach

Panglao Beach

Stroll the beaches of Bohol

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Dawis Church of Bohol, (Colonial) Cultural Treasure-Philippines

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Admired the old tiles of Loboc Church,Bohol

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Passed by a man-made forest

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Checked the old,old cemetery Eerie…

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Beside this declared National Cultural Treasure Old Church in a quaint old town of Dimyao

Then outside…

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Biked the road to the temples of Siem Reap (Ta Kaeo, Angkor, Bantaey, Ta Phrom etc. from dawn till dusk) almost 100 plus km. with Lonelypangetdatkom and Indyana Jones ala Temple Run – me as Lara Crap :-)

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Met the men in Saffron along the red soil way

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Stared at the grandeur from afar

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fascinated with the restoration efforts… (wished we have those for our heirtage sites)

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The picture that launched a thousand postcards taken with garbage can as tripod

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Angkor Epic failure shot lol!

Angkor Epic failure shot lol!

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Tried my mastery in Bargaining for goods :-D I did!for One Dollar!!

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Got lost in the alleys of Bangkok- the end of the road is not the end after all :-)

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Tempted  with the unfamiliar territories

Angkor Beer

Angkor Beer

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…and at the end of the day …always , a cold pitcher of beer :-) Life is good.


My Sanctuary

The Feast of the Black Nazarene.

This was attended by almost 9 million devotees,I’ am one of them.

Like love you cannot argue with faith.I maybe skeptic with regards to the priests and what they are preaching based on the current situation, but like the 9 million people last January 9, I have my own way of dealing with faith. This was my second year of joining the traslacion (moving the anda from one place to another). L-like the others, Quiapo is a sanctuary for me.When I am feeling  hopeful, lost and etc. even for some this is a place of eccentric faith, what have you including witchcraft (if you believe in such thing) . the black Nazarene maybe a statue but there is something with him & the place.I cant explain, the energy is different.

Together with my friend Lyn, we followed the sea of people which started at 6am at the Luneta Grand Stand but we were able to catch up at 1:30 in the afternoon near FEATI University Carriedo. We were planning to just get a glimpse of the “Poon” in the Anda (the Black Nazarene) and will head back home,but NO, its impossible to squeezed in the mob.Testing us if our devotion is for real perhaps.So we decided to go to church first a midst the sea of people in Quiapo. We reached the church grounds 30 minutes after.On a regular day- from Carriedo one could reach the church in 5 minutes.

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“Hindi mahulugan ng karayom” attended mass while waiting for the Anda and so we thought the traslacion would end early.We attended the mass, 2 masses in fact (noticed i have halo?) :-)

Images of the faithfuls.

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The shirt says it all. there was baby sleeping on his father’s shoulder, one of the 9 million and so were the curious foreign tourists.

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Hold on..

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The innocents and parents alike walked barefooted,the pavement was a good spot to rest.Why do children have to ask for alms at such young age too?I never asked.I just wondered. But most of the parents who brought their siblings were asking for healing some sickness.

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We walked a bit so cramps would not kill our legs.Lit a candle and uttered prayers.

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Still no sign of the humongous crowd following the Anda , the street where it should pass –full of regular vendors yet–”Business as Usual” while the Poon was still paraded in side streets of Quiapo.

We were asking for it’s whereabouts so we can follow but different people we encountered gave us different answers so we enjoyed walking in the vicinity while waiting.

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Waited until we realised its dusk already.Still no proper answer where the Nazareno will pass so we decided to stay put at the Quezon Bridge (to get a good view hopefully when the procession passes.)

At the bridge..

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We encountered  singing blind couple beggars with donation box, and an in despaired woman who was asking for more love songs, for all she cared—laughing, dancing,clapping and crying telling the crowd how she was maligned and left by the man she once loved,but still she wants to listen to love songs in between sobs and laughter and loss of sanity.With eyes closed after more than 5 songs  she ended up sitting on the ground still asking for more love songs,never got tired.I remember Adele H’s story..how she lost her sanity too due to the love for one man who was has never loved her.She kept on looking for the man until finally they crossed path but Adele did not recognized him anymore.

We left the trio when it was darker.We finally had the right answer of the where-abouts of the image of the black Nazarene. It was in Arlegui, so we headed towards Arlegui.

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was exceptionally bright churchyard “Fiesta”talaga!

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Passing the small alleys-Tail end of the procession? Not yet. Parts of it.

Again, we followed the people who were  planning to “Salang” (brave the mob to climb the Anda)

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while traversing the alleys–OMG! the gentrification of Quiapo has started.I love heritage conservators. I loved the night because it has brought me in the alleys of Quiapo. Dream come true.:-) even when I was a university belt kid,i never reached as far as the Muslim area like this night . Without worrying about snatchers,scummers or what have they we walked and walked passing alley after alley.

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With faith and in all haggardness, we reached & settled at the corner street of Concepcion Aguila where the Nazarene will pass. Arlegui was a block away still.According to a resident, this year’s route was the old and original route of the Anda, so they brought back the tradition upon request of the residents of Quiapo, the Anda must pass the eskinitas”(small alleys)

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After almost two hours waiting,  talked to some policemen,university students,negotiated with rescuers to adopt us if ever the mob will push us..There was a commotion from afar.He’s there arriving! I took a shot hoping to catch his arrival.This was what appeared in my camera after.Hair raising,only bright light light.

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He was too close to us at 9:30 in the evening after Viva and waving of towels and kerchiefs.He was close- then I was suddenly in tears.I can’t explain why.I was just in tears.In my mind I thanked the Lord for making me brave too,brave journeying my life despite falls.Thanked him just thanked him for all I have.could not think of anything more, just uttered “make me brave in every storm Lord” and thanked him for all the blessings.

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Brave devotees tried to get through  the mob just to go near the Black Nazarene.young and old, but not for those too old anymore.Like we presumed, a minute after we were pushed by the swerving sea of people, that made me took shelter in the rescue center. After the swarming human sweating bodies that pushed us aside, the Anda  slowly entered the dark and small alley still followed by the sea of human body.

While the commotion was ongoing every now and then..

there were scenes like the one’s below.

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volunteer rescuers non stop reviving the fallen ones out of dehydration and exhaustion for almost 15 hours already inside the crowd.

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Concerted efforts.I salute those rescuers!

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30 minutes later, the area got cleared.

We started heading home walking, we did not wait for the procession to reach the church.it’s going a long way still.

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On our way home we passed by San Sebastian church which is also in Quiapo. The church offered it’s grounds to devotees seeking  for a place to rest awhile.

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Along the streets we saw people resting their backs on the pavement.

Hhelped two very old devotees to get their jeepney ride.Asked for flowers from patron floats.

Then ate our first decent meal of the day at 11pm.

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The traslacion finally arrived the church at 2am, we heard from the news the following day.”Splendor at Dawn” according to one print news. You may call the devotees crazy but faith is really something.


Sardinas na naman?

Pagkain ng tamad magluto…may dahilan – In the studio there’s no food to cook

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Spanish Sardines on whole wheat bread,nice and healthy kahit tamad. :-)  


Saturdays at the Museum

Last Saturday at the National Museum of the Philippines, there was a talk by Prof. Patrick Flores of UP Diliman about Botong Francisco, Filipino National Artist for Visual Art , his grand murals, that speaks about society, history,mythology and the everyday. Lecture was hosted by the Museum Foundation of the Philippines.

I came early that’s why I had the chance to visit new galleries in the old senate building.According to the Director of the Museum the museum has now 24 operational galleries! wow! I visited 2 i have 22 more to go.

Since  The 13 Filipino Moderns Gallery is nearest to the venue of talk, I took the chance for a quick view

Good to see students and viewers frequenting the Museum now. I love Joya’s early paintings, very thick impasto technique Van Gogh would have been ashamed, would’ve told him not to waste too much paint :-) considering the age of the artwork-it’s in pretty well kept condition.

Botong murals occupy a prominent spot.

 

 

Another Gallery where works of one of my favorite war time painter Dominador Castaneda are on display

 

images of war in sculptural pieces and two dimensional paintings-the green room dimmed light makes a viewer feel the atrocities so grand and dark,like the war.

 

Previous, previous Saturdays… volunteering at NM

 

The Assistant Director showed us some works in progress like the fab Art Nouveau staircase from the 4th level going to the main floor where the entrance is.

 

 

 

some details by the windows- wrought iron

 

Oooppps I almost forgot, I’m here to work :-)

 

 

 


Mane

In a span of one year..I had it curly

straightened

…and drastically the other day

Like Love,Heartache and break-ups, haircut is inevitable. So there. Hanggang sa sunod na heartache. :-)


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Ingrid Michaelson.She’s and her songs are simply great (^=^)

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Baby, you’ve got the sort of hands to rip me apart
And baby, you’ve got the sort of face to start this old heart
But your eyes are warning me this early morning
That my love’s too big for you my love

Baby, you’ve got the sort of laugh that waters me
And makes me grow tall and strong and proud and flattens me
I find you stunning, but you are running me down
My love’s too big for you my love
My love’s too big for you my love

And if I was stronger then I would tell you no
And if I was stronger then I will leave this show
And if I was stronger then I would up and go
But here I am and here we go again

Baby, you’ve got the sort of eyes that tell me tales
That your sort of mouth just will not say, the truth impales
That you don’t need me, but you won’t leave me
My loves too big for you my love
My loves too big for you my love

And if I was stronger then I would tell you no
And if I was stronger then I will leave this show
And if I was stronger then I would up and go
But here I am and here we go again

Tell me what to do, to take away the you

And if I was stronger then I would tell you no.
And if I was stronger then I will leave this show
And if I was stronger then I would up and go
But here I am and here we go again

 


AKMA: Of language deconstruction & perception = Intelligent exhibition.

AKMA by Manu Farol and Oddin Sena opened at the NCCA Gallery about a month ago. Curated by Jonathan Olazo, it harvested quite an acceptance from the intelligencia contemporary art crowd of Manila and irked the traditional.

I can’t blame them (traditional) if  they dwell in their ricefields, bamboos, barrio scenes and bundoks.Wallow in “corny-ness” no room for thinking or taking a second look. Pure bland. But can they blame the world especially the art world and the young artists if the think different from them?In the first place they are different, school,environment, and age!  gap is a big difference indeed. (*_*)

Change..grand or perhaps eccentric if we must! Art is revolutionary, it can create a whole new movement and can change the world in an instant,or a loud impact can be deafening especially to those who are broad and rusty. . It is not easy, in fact it is painful like love.And artists are revolutionaries, brave and defiant. that’s why they are called artists. Most of the time they are seer unconsciously maybe.Then let us not deprived the young one’s, give them what is due to them. What is wrong if these young artists saw aesthetics in ideas? and render it on a much different manner than the usual landscape, seascape.Do we curtail their rich playful minds? if they think beyond the box,shall we say “what you are doing is nonsense”,  if they go beyond imagination other than creating a nostalgic harvest scene, or fiestas, street dancing, flowers and rivers.do we say their artwork is worthless?maybe we should think again.

AKMA is a two-man show by two emerging artists both from University of the Philippines College of Fine Arts. Graduating this year “perhaps” :-) Good artists never graduate on time (ooppss beep!beep!) I know not all.:-)

I’m an art exhibit organiser not an art writer so I will borrow some insights from the person who wrote about the exhibition.(All in Italics are borrowed from the art writer for AKMA)

Akma, like many other Filipino words, has two meanings – on one hand, it is the word to describe what is proper, suited, fitting; on the other, it connotes a threatening gesture.”

Language is the agent through which we construct identity, the mixture of Filipino and English into its present Taglish form is the hybrid child born of a long history of interracial encounters that pervades through the present Filipino psyche.  An identity crisis that one must come to terms with on several dimensions – the socio-political, the cultural, and the individual. “

Line Shot of the exhition , Cage title: Haliparrot by Oddin Sena why that title?Look inside the cage and interpret the why cage?why woman?and why parrot? , on the wall are Manu Farol’s works- full of symbolism on colonialism.Why galleon, why icons?and why fragmented or pixilated backgound?

Asosasyon, Acrylic on canvas. “In his works, Oddin Sena re-invents his father Fernando’s relationship to painting, as he creates puns from combining Tagalog and English words with homonymous syllables,  creating a pictorial level of meaning for a language he can call his own.” (Writer)

I don’t find Oddin’s works offensive nor bad. In the process we are unlearning. This made me question why do Filipinos are so fond of conjoining words that creates another word and new meaning with humor that is so Filipino.This made me think why this exhibit “apparently” received bad comments from the “art experts” or “good artists”..I’m wondering. .. I’m glad and proud that I also think beyond the box.weeeeeeeeee

Manu Farol with his work, HYBRIDITY No.1.

How pixilated is our future because of the past? I’ve known Manu since he was in first year college, when he critic other artists on the  layers of his canvases.

” The division between the literal and figurative, Manu Farol raises questions about the symbolic:   Who is to say that the conscious fragment of perception is the only valid part, because it is defined by language?  Does logos and the logical rationality of the speakable thus then put a limit on what is real, what is actual?   Manu’s conceptualization occurs in hindsight.  Through quiet subversion of conventional religious symbolism, he engages the viewer in a dialogue of visual perception, and leaves us with more questions than answers – exposing the limits of language and iconography through a narrative that is at once complete yet left hanging. “

There is nothing more charming.. When parents support their kids. (L-R- Mrs. Farol and husband Atty. Farol, Visual Artist – Fernando Sena)

College kids from nearby university, Pamantasan ng Lungsod ng Maynila taking Humanities swarmed the opening all 60 plus of  them (although not everyone is on this pic) thanks to their instructor as well :-) Despite the rain ha! It was nice of them to grace the opening and ambushed the two artists to talk about their artworks.

..and other guests from UP, LPU, fellow artists,friends and walk-ins.:-D

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another Ateneo Art Awardees? :) ))))

Traversing parallel roads, Oddin Sena and Manu Farol negotiate Filipino colonial heritage and its endless ringing in the contemporary landscape, through deconstruction.  By opening the grounds between the oppositional principles of the propriety of language as the expression of the experiential, their works lead us to re-visit, un-think and un-define the conventional boundaries of word and image, alluding to the fragility of these in bearing the burden of containing experience.”

Way to go boys!WAGAS! as you always say to me. Flattered and glad to have been part of the whole creative process of organizing your exhibition. You will go a looong way I’m sure of it! Remember– “keep passing the open windows”.


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