Antonio G. Austria, the pioneering naif folk artist whose often small, deceptively simple canvases depict the jeepney and other popular...
I know Danny Dalena as a realist-impressionist artist, who is finally sharing his invaluable body of works in a retrospective at the third- and fourth-floor galleries of the Cultural Center of the Philippines.
In the audience of a long program I was watching recently, National Artist Frankie Sionil José heaved himself on the seat beside me.
It is quite fitting that the image that accompanies Art in the Park materials is that of a small bird teasing out what looks like a struggling worm. The worm is actually the cursive “A” in the word “art,” and only means that the best pieces created by young artists go to the “early birds.”
On Sunday, March 22, the Jaime Velasquez Park in Salcedo Village, Makati, transforms once again into an open-air art hub for the much-anticipated “Art in the Park”. Now on its ninth edition, the art fair this year brings together an assortment of 60 art galleries as well as independent art and student groups, the big names side-by-side with the lesser known or soon-to-be known.
Old gives you the right to be cranky, bitchy, bossy, looney–after all, who’s gonna get back at a lame old dame!
At the height of tropical storm “Maring,” National Artist BenCab and his staffers surged through the chaotic metropolis for their annual culture trip to Rizal, Cavite and Laguna.
I was young until I was 62. Then one day, I was crossing the street, a motorcycle rider wasn’t paying attention, and I literally flew into old age. For a few seconds, I hovered over my body, lying muddied on the street, the neck slightly askew, and thought, “Not a bad-looking fellow,” he he he.
