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Surely, he was all these. Such that his death last Dec. 1 leaves a gaping void in Philippine art. Santiago Pavila Bose, 53, a.k.a. Santi, in all peregrinations of the term and at the risk of being irreverent which he surely would love, was one hell of a Filipino artist.


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Past and Future in the Present

By Sylvia Mayuga | September 21, 2009 - 8:00am

It was inaugurated to controversy in 1969. It almost ended in controversy in 1986. On its ruby anniversary in 2009, the Cultural Center of the Philippines a.k.a. Sentrong Pangkultura ng Pilipinas is caught in new...

Edd Aragon’s Trifecta

By Alfred A. Yuson | March 31, 2008 - 12:00am

Grand events. Three of them, in a row, in the month of April. That’s a trifecta. Call it a hat trick, too.

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

Santo Santi, Viva Bose!

By Ruben Defeo | December 9, 2002 - 12:00am

During his lifetime, he was acclaimed in manifold ways. The Artist as Medicine Man. The Shaman from Baguio. The Brave in the Arts. An Ethnic Artist. An Artist Without a Conventional Top Hat. High Spirited. Timely....

Arts and Culture

Sketching skinscapes and other epiphanies

By Igan D’Bayan | August 18, 2002 - 12:00am

A caricature: My nerves were tripping over each other, my hands shaking, my mouth dry, my mangled Staedtler HB pencil wandering aimlessly across the void of my sketchpad, and my eyes pinned to a naked woman spilled...

Sunday Lifestyle