I received a message after my short article recently struck the streets. On collectors feeling rich while tracking auction results, Jayson Ong texted, “It’s truly extremely happy to calculate for today estimated value of our collection however it’s likewise extremely tough for us to let go of pieces we truly like kaya hanggang compute na lang tayo.”
That’s true. My conscience scolds me every now and then, “Do not be attached to product possessions; thou will not covet thy next-door neighbor’s items; you can’t take it with you.” I offer something and seller’s remorse follows instantly.
Conscience cautioned when I came across an alluring unbelievable find, H.R. Ocampo’s 1948 Calvary
The artist had actually painted them specifically for me however I had other nice HRs and said to myself I could spare them. I had asked Mang Nanding to do a painting each in red, green, orange, and blue. He stated yes however he had not done anything in blue. Anyhow, the result was “Cat Bait”– a plate of hitò all in tones of blue. It was a take-off from a work by his wife Aling Cresing who likewise painted, of a fried fish lunch.
At the time, I didn’t know who the winning bidder was It was Jayson and we quickly ended up being good friends. Just the same, whenever I bring the auction up his reply is constantly, “Please come, look at them anytime.”
I also sold an Ang Kiukok remove from Auguste Rodin’s The Thinker Its background was black and it kept getting musty. I made a modest earnings but it’s absolutely nothing compared to what it would fetch these days. A time-lapsed seller’s regret, that’s what it is.
A great defense versus conscience attacks is the years and effort to get sought after neighbors’ products.
My fraternity brods and I went Christmas caroling at an alumni brod’s La Vista house and there was this stunning Crucifixion ease on his sala wall. She got the tip and practically 20 years later on, she called me out of the blue, saying the ease was currently in her Iloilo home but it was mine if I was still interested.
Then there’s a small Paciencia ( Christ seated in pain after being scourged) in the collection of Bacolod’s Fulgencio Vega. For possibly 10 years, I would drop by to admire it each time I was in town, always hinting greatly, “When, oh when will you sell it to me.” I was minister of the spending plan when I expect in exasperation Fulgie blurted, “I’ll simply give it to you when you end up being Central Bank governor.” He stated nothing when I did become Reserve bank governor and while itching to remind him, neither did I. In 1985, Mrs. Vega composed saying that Fulgie had died and had actually left guidelines for her to offer me the santo I liked so much. By coincidence the next time I remained in Bacolod was the Tuesday after the weekend when individuals power crowds began surrounding Camp Aguinaldo, in February1986 EDSA or no EDSA, I wasn’t quiting my Fulgie inheritance. I got back to Manila minutes before the airport was closed. I state a little prayer for Fulgie each time I look at the Paciencia
Likewise conscience-resistant is a photo in the book that gave me my first art history lesson, “The Art of the Philippines 1521-1957,” by Winfield Scott Smith III. I was captivated by Portrait of a Male in a Blue Barong Tagalog. I wondered who it was, what occurred to him, who his descendants are. I never believed I ‘d ever see it but about 10 years later, I did.
There was this home that I passed daily on the way to work. The painting turned out to be of Don Paterno Molo, ancestor of quite a few pals and was engraved “ Severino Flav.r Pab.o Ano 1836/ Nació en 21 de Agosto de/1786 y Falleció en 26 de Abril de 1853.“
Walls full but money bad, that’s what collectors frequently are
Notes: (a) Jayson Ong is a Central Luzon businessman and a well-known art collector; (b) Don Paterno Molo is the ancestor among others of the Paterno and Madrigal families.
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