20 December 2012

BLOG #2: Of Lust and Risks




Allegory of Temptation
by Graciano Nepomuceno
1933 ( wood )

            Of all the traditional artworks I have seen in the Vargas Museum, I could honestly say that it was this small sculpture of Nepomuceno that struck me most. Well, for one, there were only a small number of traditional sculptures exhibited. And two, most of the traditional paintings of the masters were of scenery, of churches, of portraits, or of some patriotic or religious themes which I am not very interested in, most of the time.

            A small wooden sculpture of a nude lady, almost lying down, holding the head of a snake (wrapped on her left leg) with her left hand was quietly sitting on the 2nd floor. The snake has managed to slither its way up to her knee. Her face was all-calm though, as she held the serpent’s head with her hand.

            The sculpture is very smooth and clean—it looks skillfully carved. The anatomy of the lady, as well as, the details of the snake are very remarkable especially knowing that this is sculpture is quite small. The sculpture showed the astonishing talent of the artisan. Even by solely the level of craftsmanship shown in the sculpture, I was captured.

            From what I have learned in the past, a serpent is usually associated to negative interpretations. It is usually used as a symbol of desire or lust. But despite the negative ideas attached to this creature, I still find myself longing to have a snake pet of my own. *weakly laughs at the thought* Anyway, with one look at the sculpture, there is a very little need for an explanation to its title. The sensual desire of the human is being told. But I think there is more to it than just its story: a lesson.

            Alas. Our society today little do realize the impact of the media in the eyes and minds of the youth; let alone act on the rising issue. I think it is very unfortunate—that a lot of teenagers today end up raising a child of their own at the age when they should still be enjoying their own youth. I think, this sculpture, aims to open the eyes of its audience, to not be in a hurry to experience everything. Timing, Self-control, Priorities, and Patience: lessons that should be inculcated in the minds of teens today; so that they don’t commit immature decisions and wind up bound by the consequences of their irresponsible acts.

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**Disclaimer: This photo was not taken by me.**







Immigration Series
by Santiago Bose
2000 ( acrylic on canvas )

            When I saw this painting by Bose, instantaneously, Gloc9’s song entitled, “Walang Natira” played in the background. The song is specifically about the rising number of OFW’s who missed out on the important days with their children and risk their lives, in exchange for money. It must have been the passport and/or the job titles written—that made this song play in my head, which actually made the experience more interesting.

            As I took my time studying this painting, (Napakaraming guro dito sa amin ngunit bakit tila walang natira? Napakaraming nurse dito sa amin, ngunit bakit tila walang natira? Nag-aabroad sila. Gusto kong...) the song went on. It’s a funny thing that I can relate to this painting. Wait, i take it back. It’s actually not funny, it is rather sad. Because, reality check: most Filipinos would relate to this. We have this idea, that if we migrate in a different country like, USA *coughs*, we will have a better life. Right. *emphasis on the ironic tone*

            The painting, in tones of greens and yellows, is of an open passport of a certain Roberto or Norberto, (not quite sure if I got his name down,) anyway, and a line drawing of an open palm. On the digits, job titles in Spanish were written like Marino, Cirquero, Dryver, and etc. (I find it hard to read the other ones written because of the low quality of the picture, hence, I must apologize.)  Anyway, one line in the middle of the palm, “ALL AROUND” is written. True. The passport representing every Filipino who yearns to be an immigrant. The open palm, symbolizing their willingness to do anything, everything in exchange for that opportunity.

            Money is a big deal for many. That is the sad truth. People are going to do everything in exchange for those greens. I have personally suffered from being left behind by parents as they worked their bums off abroad—and for what? For the electric bills and tuition fees, for the food and water, for...basic necessities. I understand, I am understanding, I understood. And misunderstood. Young as I was then, I thought it was only right. Wrong.

            Not everything outside our country is better than what is in here. And not everything inside our country is worse than what is out there. I just said the same thing, I think. But it does not matter. I just want to emphasize. Why do Filipinos are so eager to fly out? Oh yes, right, I know. Uninspiring officials, less job opportunities, not-so-good environment—but let’s keep in mind: our country is only as good as what we make it. If we choose to escape from it, then we are not doing it any good. And that I think is what this painting tells us. Or, I guess, what it communicated to me. We need not migrate for a better life, we can do it here—not that I’m being nationalistic here.


(...Nag-aabroad sila. Gusto kong yumaman, yumaman, yum-hn-mm! )
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*muffled voice of Gloc9*
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09 December 2012

The Miss that He still Miss.

I vaguely know her from his words
 When once he told me of her;
Oh, how much she meant for him
 And how they cared for each other's hearts then.

I will never know how much sadness dawned on him,
 And how much tears he shed;
All I know is that he deeply felt for her,
 Even after years from her leaving

For him, she was a star; was or is still?
 Ever-glowing from his vivid memories.
I know, forever she will be loved,
 And I envy that miss whom first caught his heart.