It must have been ages since Ronald Ventura mounted a show of mostly small works. We’ve come to associate his astronomical auction prices to equally colossal pieces. Whether or not he conceptualized his paintings and sculpture for Converging Nature with an eye towards making them accessible to his Manila collectors, I thought that their scale worked very well with the gallery’s space. I even felt that his bond paper-sized paintings trumped his bigger ones in terms of subject and detail.
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Hanna Pettyjohn Brings Glad Echoes while Nikki Luna Channels the Easter Bunny
Two ladies, both counted among the most exciting visual artists working today, take over SLab and 20Square to give us two very distinct experiences: Continue reading
Riel Hilario and His Apostles

Riel Hilario, "Gazing into the horizon while it gazes back at you", carved and polychromed friutwood, 70x24x20 cm
When sculptor Riel Hilario sits before a chunk of wood, he has no preconceived forms in his head. Like a shaman, he lets the wood guide him, allowing it to tell him what to do. On occasion, he even lets his dreams dictate the directions of his hands. What he consciously aspires for is the creation of contemporary sculpture using the woodcarving traditions he grew up with. In this exhibit of new works at The Drawing Room, Riel taps into his Ilocano heritage to once again bring us his rebultos, art that is in the round, derived “from the block”. Continue reading
Julie Lluch and Her Girls Do Their Home Works
Being with family means having the freedom to relax, get goofy, be yourself. It implies the comfort to do as one pleases. Where else would Kiri Dalena, artist and activist who takes us to the scenes of massacre and murder, show her irreverent side other than with her family? Or will her sister Sari share a self-portrait that unabashedly glories in her protruding pregnant belly? Home Works, at the AFM Total Gallery, captures the
casual, humorous, and playful atmosphere of a family get together. The group exhibit presents works by the celebrated sculptor, Julie Lluch, and her three equally-talented daughters.
Julie brings out intimate pieces, clay and marble renditions of domestic animals and decorative objects that one encounters within the sphere of one’s home. As we enter the main exhibit area, her sculpture of a startled cat greets us. Produced in what has now been recognized as a Julie Lluch trademark, she depicts the animal with its hackles raised, its teeth bared, half snarling, half surprised. The cat’s comical expression in the many versions of this piece never fails to get a laugh out of me.
Nearby, as a counterpoint to Cat, we see the first of Aba Lluch Dalena’s works: two dogs joined together, caught in flagrante, seemingly oblivious to the humans in their vicinity—just as they would be in real life. Three versions of a crucifix adorn one of the gallery’s walls. Aba’s Yellow Christ is the only one of the three where Julie completes the details of Christ’s head and face. While I have seen several of Julie’s crucifixes, I have not seen any of these particular ones before.
Aba’s sculpture has been set amongst her mother’s work.
Along with Askal, another stray pup, and Palaka, a giant green toad, she created four miniature tableaux full of wonderful detail.
Home Works 2 (Daddy in Pakil, Laguna) shows their father at work, the great Danny Dalena seated before a canvas. It includes a small facade of Pakil’s famous cathedral, echoing
the actual view from the Dalena ancestral home. Home Works 1(Mommy and Her Cacti Heart Sculptures) is my favorite. It depicts Julie amidst many of her most recognizable work: the busts of Van Gogh and Gauguin, spiky cacti, her clay hearts. Both pieces include playful dogs wiggling on the floor.
I thought Kiri’s work the most surprising of all. Her pieces in this show depart completely from the socio-political commentaries we have come to associate with her. She cast three larger than life blown up condoms in resin, painted in baby pink, black, and white. The three have been placed before a neon sign with the
words teeth, thing, mall, lamb, bought. If we do as the title suggests, Five Words To Be Read Aloud (After Daddy), we realize why her condoms have such odd shapes!
Beside the condoms, Kiri’s Penis Line (After Mommy) forms a single procession along the entire length of the wall. Dozens of thumb-sized terracotta penises appear to wiggle, bow, or stand in attention. One can choose to acquire them singly or in groups. Take your pick!
Two self-portraits complete the show. One of them is of Julie, an acrylic painting from 1972. In contrast, Sari represents herself in video, a piece for the 21st century.
Home Works runs from 5 to 28 October 2010 at the AFM Total Gallery, Alliance Francaise de Manille, 209 Nicanor Garcia St., (Formerly Reposo St.), Bel Air 2, Makati. Phone (632) 897-7757 or visit http://www.alliance.ph
Pow Martinez Gets LOST
I got lost getting to LOST. I made a wrong turn the first time I dropped in on LOST Projects, Manila’s newest alternative art space. I came two days before the venue formally opened, and the sign outside had still been covered up. The ground floor gallery slash artist’s studio smelled faintly of paint, and its walls dazzled with a fresh white coat. Continue reading
Luis Lorenzana Revels With Beer Fairies
Luis Lorenzana’s personal journey as an artist can rival his paintings’ fantastic elements. The Tales of The Beer Fairies, now running at SLab, takes us to Luis’s fanciful woodlands. Here, trippy beer bottles flutter around, getting drunk on the emotions of humans who wonder within their proximity. The paintings take the point of view of the fairies. Through their eyes, humans themselves appear like enchanted creatures— with soulful eyes and clown faces, possessing two heads, and levitating through fields of green. Continue reading
Nona Garcia’s Fine Fractures
I loved the quiet impact of Fractures, Nona Garcia’s show that opened this week at West Gallery. I honestly did not know what to expect from this, her third show of the year, coming as it did on the heels of her SLab and Finale exhibits. For those two shows, Nona gave us major pieces, firmly announcing she had come back after a brief hiatus. As majestic as her two oversized paintings
had been, White, blank(at Slab in March) and Fall Leaves After Leaves Fall (at Finale in May) simply reacquainted us with Nona. She revisited signature devices, her portraits from behind and depictions of damaged and abandoned spaces. Continue reading
Nilo Ilarde Thinks About Paintings
So what exactly is a painting? That seems to be the question that Nilo Ilarde asks us to consider as we make our way around the colossal pieces of Painting As Something And The Opposite of Something, his solo exhibit currently on view at Finale Art File.
On a visual level, the show is spectacular. We get that wow factor without feeling overwhelmed by the number and the size of his work. While we see treatment that recall past pieces (words scraped on the wall, empty tubes of paint), we come upon surprising additions. 
We all know that Nilo puts his curatorial stamp on a good number of shows in Manila. So he knew exactly how to work with Finale’s expansive Tall Gallery. But we also know that Nilo challenges on another, more cerebral, level. And his exhibits engage all the more because of that.
For starters, we have been asked to suspend our conventional notion of paintings, and accept the five pieces he has on view as his paintings, unorthodox as that may sound.
The first of those five immediately catches our eye. Scratched out in gigantic letters that fill most of the gallery’s long wall, Nilo appropriates Martin Kippenberger’s cheeky request: Dear Painter, Paint For Me. The line comes from the title of Kippenberger’s seminal suite of works from 1981 that also turned painting on its ear. Kippenberger had a sign painter execute his portraits in various stage-managed tableaux. In Nilo’s piece, the statement on the wall is itself the finished product. You have a painting, albeit one that had undergone the reverse process from the norm. Paint has carefully been stripped off wood, rather than brushed on it.
Across from this, we see a glass receptacle that houses hundreds of used paint tubes. We saw about half this amount in 2009, as I Have Nothing to Paint, and I’m Painting It. Now with double the number collected from various artists, Nilo has transformed the piece into The Void Speaks In Each Painting, Between The Brushstrokes. Here we see the response to Kippenberger’s plea: Nilo’s colleagues, dear painters all, have indeed painted for him. Composer John Cage once said that the gap between the notes can also be considered as music. Discarded paint tubes make up a painting’s gap. Thus, these repositories of paint, from which several paintings had been created, collectively make up a painting too.
Beside the amassed tubes hangs a boxing ring’s old floor,
resurrected, with much cajoling, from the Elorde Sports Center storage. This massive square of printed canvas acts as Nilo’s third painting. He installs this as a diamond, a nod to Mondrian’s Victory Boogie Woogie. Filled with drips of sweat accumulated from the numerous boxers who have sparred on it, their DNA served as the paint that completed the piece.
How can we miss The Road To Flatness? A crushed blue car suspended high above the gallery’s far wall and installed just as a large-scale painting will definitely receive its share of attention. A hired pay loader went to work on an old Volkswagen Beetle until the car had been completely squashed. The pay loader mimicked an Abstract Expressionist, levelling the car’s figure, obliterating all but it’s basic form.
In Making Nothing Out Of Something, Nilo goes further than merely scraping off paint from the gallery’s walls. With the intent to start afresh–he uses the term Tabula Rasa– he completely removed all traces of what had been in that portion of the wall, layer by layer, until only empty space remains. But the irony is, because the emptiness gives us a peek into what we did not see before (Finale’s backroom), he hasn’t really created nothing. We get a framed look at more paintings—Nilo’s final painting of stacked paintings. 
“The paintings are about paintings thinking about paintings”, is how Nilo explains his work. We could probably say the same thing about his impact on us. Once we’ve gone beyond the visual feast, the show gets us thinking about paintings too. Well, it did me.
Painting As Something And As The Opposite Of Something runs from 9 July to 2 August at the Finale Art File, Warehouse 17, La Fuerza Compound, 2241 Pasong Tamo, Makati City. Phone (632)813-2310 or visit http://www.finaleartfile.com
Portraits from Inside: Martha Atienza, Bea Camacho, Sam Kiyoumarsi, Pow Martinez
Now this is my kind of group show. The concept is simple, and you don’t get overwhelmed by the range of pieces on view. Four
artists seem to be a good number for the venue, both to give each artist enough space to showcase their work, and for the viewer to take in the variety of styles present. Continue reading
Happy Birthday Tin-Aw!
In my book, Tin-Aw holds the title as Makati’s most convivial gallery (Art Informal gets my vote for the Ortigas area). How often have I stopped by for a quick look, only to end up staying longer than intended, chatting and laughing with other art lovers who also just happen to drop by? Where else do you run into art superstars Mark Justiniani, Joy Mallari, Geraldine Javier, or Alfredo Esquillo Jr., and get to sit down with them as old friends? Here, art is taken seriously, but is never intimidating. You get treated with the same amount of charm, and welcomed with the same offer for Chocnut or coffee, whether you happen to be super collector Paulino Que or Mr. Newbie To The Art Scene. Therein lies the secret to Tin-Aw’s success, the reason we all keep coming back to see what treasures their backroom holds. Continue reading


























