Consider this a PREVIEW to a blog post in process. I am in the middle of writing an essay that celebrates art in my life, in my family's life, and more importantly, art in the Filipino American community in the San Francisco Bay area. I am celebrating a triumph of sorts, of finding an exhibit of Philippine Art after about ten years of visiting the Museum and yearning to see something that connects with my ancestry and culture. And now, it is here--Philippine Art: Collecting Memories, Collecting Art at the Asian Art Museum in San Francisco.
Excerpt from the draft of the essay:
Even I’m surprised to be hanging out on a Thursday afternoon at the Asian Art Museum in San Francisco in the middle of summer. I am there either appreciating some permanent exhibit, or being drawn to a special exhibit. Sometimes, I could be found simply sitting at the Cafe of the museum, sipping green tea and lingering over an apple almond tart. It is at these moments when I am mov…