Art has always been a commodity. Andy Warhol in the 1960s and Damien Hirst in the ’80s had already underscored that. At no time is this commodification of art more emphasized than during auctions.
Perception is all. Perspective is all. With this in mind, one can turn the bishops on their heads by drawing...
Time for an honest appraisal. Let’s pause from all this jingoism, put things in their proper places, and call a...
It had to happen again. One was a case of addition, this time it’s subtraction. Five years ago, the controversy over the worthiness of four personages proclaimed National Artists by President Gloria Arroyo stole the thunder from those whose eminent worth was unquestioned.
At the beginning of the 20th century, a revolution was brewing in Europe. It was the modernist assault in science and technology, literature and philosophy, music and dance, visual arts and architecture, film.
DEATH was taboo at the dining table. As kids, no sooner would we mention it while eating than our elders would glare and hush us up.
Bahay Nakpil-Bautista, a heritage structure incongruously ensconced in a Muslim community on A. Bautista Street (formerly Barbosa) in Quiapo, recently presented a multidisciplinary performance on the life of Gregoria de Jesús, a.k.a. Oryang, the Lakambini of the Katipunan.
Caviteños take pride in claiming an assortment of titles for their province: Historical Capital of the Philippines, Home of the Brave, Heartland of the Philippine Revolution, Cradle of Noble Heroes.
Vigan, the only World Heritage City in the country (as declared by Unesco in 1999), has a new high-end address right in its heritage district: Hotel Luna at Gen. Antonio Luna St. cor Ventura de los Reyes St. It had a grand opening on Feb. 8.
Last month, I dreamed of Rolando Tinio. It would have been likely if the dream content were tenor Dodo Crisol,...
