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"Art, my dears, is not cleaning up/ after the act. Neither is it washing off/ grime with the soap of tact. In fact/ and in truth, my dears, art is dead// center, between meals, amid spices/ and spoilage..." 


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Enter the gallery and a pair of wooden sculpture with carved literary text – a handcrafted door and a slab showing Jose Rizal in repose, with Josephine – by National Artist Napoleon Abueva greet you to your right. Beside Billy’s door hangs another "literary hybrid" – with text and pictograms on clear acrylic float. Titled "Freddie Heiroglyph (for Alfrredo Navarro Salanga)," the artwork by Cesare A.X. Syjuco includes a poem, also his.
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Art, my dears...

By Alfred A. Yuson | March 5, 2007 - 12:00am

A poem of mine that’s been much-anthologized, titled "Andy Warhol Speaks to His Two Filipino Maids," starts with these lines: "Art, my...

Arts and Culture

Chromatext redux

By Alfred A. Yuson | January 29, 2007 - 12:00am

Enter the gallery and a pair of wooden sculpture with carved literary text – a handcrafted door and a slab showing Jose Rizal in repose, with Josephine – by National Artist Napoleon Abueva greet...

Arts and Culture