By: Iris P. Concepcion
Reader, have you ever cursed inside a museum because someone annotates stupid remarks about paintings that tell rather than shout?
Someone did. I simply read to him the following words:
"Naglalaho na ang panahon ng pamamadron sa Pilipinas. Hindi na humahantong sa kawalan ang mga gawa ng kaniyang mga dakilang anak sa tinubuang lupa. Nililisan na ng kusinang Oriyente ang kanyang sinapupunan. Ibinabadya ang bulas ng dakilang araw sa mga matitingkad na kulay at mala rosas na bukang liwayway."
Translation:
"The patriarchal era in the Philippines is waning. The deeds of her illustrious sons are no longer wasted away at home. The Oriental chrysalis is losing the cocoon.The morrow of a long day is announced in brilliant morning rose ."
I really love these writers.
I likewise showed the moron heckler the "El Golfo", a sad painting of a short, drunk man in ill-fitting hat which reminds me of an abusive person (he physically harms his women--personal tale) to explain the futility of bringing a bastard's act inside a place for pure celebration of creativity.
When they are losing by drops in alarming points despite their billions (hooo-choooo), they wager and wag their tails like terrible weenies. How else to explain that blatant, extreme, classless, uneducated intrusion? Oh how they weep in stilletos.
Hence, they were killed in a film and I simply laughed at the explanation of my foster father. He said: "Nobody humiliates my daughter in public!"
Being at the top is not lonely. It is an opportunity to whack these lowless buccaneers whose idea of art is going to spa for their hair wax.
I have not been to the National Museum in my entire life. I went inside its rooms with Abueva doorknobs ( with letters N and M) like a wide-eyed girl festooned in a surrounding of new absorption of the aesthetics.
Can I just say it is my first taste of immersed happiness? Oh, Dad, they directed me to other places, this terrible voice of hypocrisy, to ween me away from that massive mural but I simply followed your ribbons and my heart (I love it!!!!) where visual artists connected their artworks like the dotted comic books. Spaceships, the Virgin Mary, Superman, purpled number one finger. I marked the artists in my paper and vowed to elevate them to sainthood.
I think I was once the amour of Felipe Agoncillo (sniggers). He looks like a heartthrob.
There is a Christ who looks like Silent Bob and another one has a house visited by a financier of a summer stolen by spring.
I liked the Bone room where the skeleton of a Sperm Whale was displayed, similar to a dinosaur like the opening shots of Jurassic Park. Underneath it is a fish pattern. There was an elephant molar and chickens in their various stages. This is cute since in front of one chick are three little eggs. Go to that room and it will put a little smile on your face.
I would like to quote in portion, as parting shot, the following, in the Luna and Hidalgo exhibit:
"In uttering them, I believe I see two luminous arches that starting from both regions, are going to be entwined there alone, impelled by the feeling of common origins and from that height, unite two people with eternal bodies, two people that sea and space separate in vain, two people in which the seeds of dissension that men and their despotism blindly sow do not germinate."
Honey, there's your shout-out.
I almost cried reading these wonderful words. What did I tell you? A gem's a gem's a gem.