YOU ART! IT’S ART YOU
A collaboration exhibition from myself and INEZ MORO! It will be cool I swear.
featuring DJ sets from Johnny Moonwlkr, Enak, Bobby Benedicto and the first ever gig/set from LUSTBASS
DECEMBER 21, 2013! 8PM! TODAY X FUTURE!
also known as zine friends dayat the Lopez Museum from 9 to 5.
shiny shimmering splendor
© Gold of our Ancestors The Ayala Museum
This is my favourite Filipino folk story. As Americans all over the world celebrate the unique tradition of Thanksgiving, I am reminded of the lesson of this timeless tale of generosity and gratitude.
Our story begins with two neighbors. Although they were poor, they took pride in their gardens. Their yards bloomed with different kinds of vegetables all year round.
The first gardener would sell his harvest and keep the money all to himself, while his next-door neighbor would give away most of his vegetables and was happy when his friends would say, “Salamat”. “Fool!” his selfish neighbor told him one day, “You work so hard under the sun to grow your vegetables. If I were you, I’d sell then and build and keep the money. Look at me, I will be able to build a big house next year with my money.” The generous gardener just smiled and continued working on his yard. He was actually having difficulty saving money for repairing his home for the rainy season, but he found that words of thanks are more precious than money. Salamat, salamat, salamat. He noted each line of thanks in a book every night.
The greedy man soon earned enough money to build a large house made of stone and wood. He looked from his window his neighbor’s tiny nipa hut. He heard about the good man’s book and laughed. “Let’s see that crazy old fool eat his Book of Salamat,” he said to himself. He then called out to his neighbor… “Hey there, friend, don’t you wish you had a house as beautiful as mine?” he asked, “I’ve even hired a gardener to care for my plants!” “You have quite a big house,” his humble neighbor answered, “but I’m happy enough here.” Months passed and the rains came. It was then the good man realized he truly needed money to fix his hut. He spotted his Book of Salamat and had a bright idea.
"Salamat for sale! Who wants to buy my Book of Salamat?” The townsfolk saw the gardener selling his book and thought he had gone crazy. Yet, he went all around the village offering his Book of Salamat to any buyer. Word spread and reached the Sultan’s palace. “What’s that man selling?” the Sultan asked his guards. He had never heard of anyone selling such and thought that he must have heard wrong; that the gardener was selling salabat — ginger tea, or samat — betel leaf. “Bring him to me,” His Majesty commanded. And the gardener was summoned. “I’m selling a Book of Salamat, Your Majesty,” the man explained. He opened his book and the Sultan saw the word salamat written all over. The words were written in clear, fine and honest handwriting. “This man is no fool!” the Sultan said to himself.
"How much do you want for this book, my good man?" the Sultan finally asked. "I shall sell my book for whatever it will weigh in gold," the gardener answered humbly. His Majesty then told his court attendants to bring forth his weighing scale. The Sultan placed the book on one scale and a piece of gold on the other. The book was heavier. He placed another piece of gold, but, the book was still heavier. No matter how much gold the Sultan placed upon the scale, the book still weighed heavier! Until the Sultan brought out a bag of gold and said, "There, old man, take your money and leave me in peace!"
And the gardener happily left and was able to build himself a bigger house than his neighbor’s in several days’ time. His neighbor got so jealous! He thought of a plan to get richer.
After learning about his neighbor’s good fortune, he immediately bought a thicker and heavier book and hurriedly filled it with the word salamat. Following what his good neighbor did, the greedy man asked to be paid as much as the book will weigh in gold. The Sultan placed a bag of gold on the scale but, the bag was heavier. He then removed half of the gold. The bag was still heavier. Finally, some gold dust was left on the bag. Alas! it was still heavier. “How can that be?” the gardener said, “My book is gigantic! And I labored for two weeks writing that word salamat over and over again!” “Aha!” exclaimed His Majesty, “Poor man, you may spend a lifetime writing down the word, but if it doesn’t come straight from the hearts of grateful men, it is meaningless.” And to the dismay of the selfish man, the wise Sultan ordered his guards to take him outside to be punished in front of the people.
To my future self, or selves, who happens to stumble upon this entry sometime in the near or far flung future, who, as we do, scroll back and back and back occasionally on your blog because you are a narcissist but also because you want to see if your art has grown: hello.
This is your past self, currently your present self as well, writing you one of those letters to your future self: you.
Why? Because you (I) am jealous of my friends who have done the same and how I wish our past self (14, 18, maybe 19) would have written to us. We have to settle instead with your 23 year old self who thinks he is not that dumb, but figures, if I thought at 18 that I figured it all out, in turn, who knows how much you, my future self, thinks of me as a dumb kid from the past.
I want to write to you and tell you how you were at this time in your life. You just started teaching. I have no idea if you will put up with it but I am liking it so far. You are on the cusp of relations with other people but you are not sure how exactly will it all turn out because you are hesitant and afraid. You sort of are attached to the idea of the single life now, something 22 year old Rob would have shrugged at. That is just a reminder how much stuff you went through in the last year.
You have more time for your own stuff, though you never commit time to do your own stuff because you are dicking around the internet and cramming what projects people give you. Instead of making that comic book you tell everyone you are making, you are making something else entirely. Whenever you get that next comic book done, Rob, I swear I hope you have finished it so that we can experience the glory of reading this letter and saying YEAH I FINISHED IT, PAST ROB. FUCK OFF.
How is your dayjob, Future Rob? Do you have a girlfriend? Do you have children? Is this blog still relevant to you? What ever happened to that girl who you probably stopped talking to because you were a dumb goose (this applies to all of them)?
I got on that Pokemon X/Y bandwagon and I am ruined
Here is my current ghost team of love and wonder
A thing I made for when Tegan and Sara come to Manila. My friend has a ‘Meet-and-greet’ pass, so she’s putting together a package to give em and here’s a piece of art I am gonna try and include in that and show them how big a dorky fanboy that I am.
Tegan And Sara in Manila
November 25, 2013
NBC Tent, 7pm
Anonymous asked: HELLO! Curious lang. San po kayo gumraduate? Ano pong course niyo don?
Ateneo De Manila University, batch 2011. Management.