The weather in Art in the Park this year was surprisingly pleasant. Always held in the middle of dead heat summer, this year, the day where they make the art extremely accessible to the public was blessed with the final cold breath of amihan.
We went later this time than we did last year. When you’re really in the look out for a good buy, one should go early in the morning. We’re not buying anything in particular. If we see something we like, we’ll get it. If not, at least we get a good walk in the park out of it.
Admittedly, Jr is much more of an art enthusiast than I am, so these things excites him more. He’d point out to something that’ll pique his interest and he can count on me to shake my head for disapproval. With these things, I have the ultimately veto power because it goes to our home, where I would likely stare at it more than he would.
And there right on the second booth, just as we were checking out another watercolor painting by another artist, a little girl called me.
She looked calm and peaceful at first, beautiful from afar. She’s floating, but when you look at her closely, she’s got one foot tied to the ground. She seems sweet until you realize that she’s dark and twisty.
I am drawn to dark and twisty.
And Jr liked it too, which is a miracle, since our tastes rarely agree when it comes to art. And without looking at the rest of the booths, we ask her to be wrapped up. The heart wants what the heart wants. And she’s going home with us.
Note that we did see the rest of the exhibition and nothing called to us like the little girl did. There was a Cacnio again this year, but it wasn’t true love like the way we fell for “Gravity”, this piece from Bacolod artist Anika Liquote. When you know, you know.
Now, she has a space in the living room, where an almost portrait of mine used to hang. And though she’s dark and twisty, she sparks joy.
I can stare at her all day.
Art in the Park 2017
Jaime Velasquez Park
Makati City, Philippines