Art is in the air at UPLB - Part II

Read Part I here.

I. It's Sketch Time!

The sun was high up, and it was becoming hotter as noon neared.

Erick and I introduced ourselves to the students who joined us and I shared a bit about who the Urban Sketchers are and what we do, aside from the obvious. Since it was too hot to sketch outside, I proposed to sketch in the lobby first, where the quirky, amusing, and statement-laden takas were. We then had lunch, and then the students took us to our accommodations to get some rest before resuming our sketch session in the afternoon.

At around 3PM and feeling quite refreshed, I headed out of my room to meet Erick at the lobby. It was still hot, and we decided to try out the nearby in-campus cafe. Iced coffee was definitely in order. Back at Umali Hall, we had snacks with the students, and set out to sketch. We headed to the area where the Torii and Thai pavilion were, looked for spots and people to sketch, and set about to putting pens, pencils, and brushes to paper.

Thai pavilion

Some of the students had to leave early because they were also setting up their exhibit, which was set to open the following day.

The Torii is a new fixture in the campus, having been inaugurated only in September last year. It is the centerpiece of the Nihon Koen, or the Japanese Garden. The garden symbolizes the friendship between Philippines and Japan, and the friendship and cooperation of the two nations in scholarly work.


II. A Long Walk

The sun was slowly setting behind the mountains, and we wanted to walk around a bit more, so we packed up, walked up the stairs past the Torii, and made our way to the College of Forestry. Sadly it was too far and it was getting late, so we decided to come back another time. We had been saying that a lot since we arrived. We took another road that led us through some of the faculty residences. They were beautiful, surrounded by gardens and trees, and oh how I would love to experience living in one.

More walking, this time to where their version of the Oblation was, and to the main gate, where we sat and talked about our plans for the next day. The students had a meeting and prep work for their exhibit, so at that point we said goodbye and see you tomorrow, and Erick and I took off on our own to sample student meals. We entered a little street and came upon a house-turned-eatery that, as we learned later, had just opened. Sorry, no alcohol, but the owner said they were planning to have serve some in the future. Probably another reason to come back, haha.

After dinner, we had brewed coffee, this time in a restaurant+cafe inside the campus. We were entertained by this cat.

She was actually very sweet.

After coffee was bedtime, because we resolved to wake up early the next morning and catch the sunrise. Erick found out he would be bunking in with artist Leeroy New and his assistants, who were going to set up an installation piece at Umali Hall.

by the Fertility Tree--no, nothing happened.

III. Coffee and Rice and Coffee Again

At 6AM the following day, we tried to keep the chills off as we looked eastward in anticipation. There was a bit of disappointment a few moments later--sure, we expected a mountain, but not the overcast sky that shielded the bright rays of the sun. We still had fun walking along the dewy field of Freedom Park, gingerly avoiding holes (there was only one, and it had a warning block of cement beside it). We compared the park to UP Diliman's Sunken Garden, where you could be running one moment and tripping into a hole the next. We sauntered by Baker Hall and hailed a jeepney that would take us out of the campus. We had breakfast at a nearby restaurant that opens at 7.

sketching as an excuse to have iced coffee.

Back in campus, Erick wanted to sketch the Torii, as he sketched the Thai pavilion the day before. And though I absolutely have no patience for details, I challenged myself to sketch the pavilion. It was a nice day and the sun had begun to peek out from behind the clouds, giving the surroundings a warm glow. The early morning sun felt nice too.

We also sketched Umali Hall, had iced coffee (again), and made our plans for the afternoon. We decided to go back to the hostel, pack our things, check out, move our bags to the OICA office, have lunch, and make our way to the International Rice Research Institute (IRRI), which everyone suggested we visit. And so we did.

Some people are on a no-rice diet, but I think I would probably be miserable and die of sadness if I do that.

And I'm glad we did, even if we only got to stay for a short while. We took a peek inside the cafeteria, where a mural of Vicente Manansala is displayed. Next we went to the souvenir shop, where I swore to buy a shirt the next time we're there (by then, this was probably reason # 43712 of why we should go back). The lady at the counter pointed us to the adjoining cafe. We decided to come back later. The Riceworld Museum beckoned, and that was where we found...

...the basket where I'm going to put my books if ever I decide to stay on a desert island. The Riceworld Museum is another place I would love to visit again, but hopefully next time there won't be any rambunctious high school students on a field trip, who like to make fun of the displays and giggle at every display in the "Birds of the Philippines" exhibit. Pfft, kids. 

We had around 30 minutes left before we had to go back to the campus for the exhibit opening, so we sat down and made rough sketches of the view of the rice fields.

our sketching view.

Our sketches. I think I did a pretty good job on those mountains, don't you think?

Of course, we couldn't leave without having a taste of their coffee--only P10 a cup! We also got a cheesecake, which we happily snacked on while quickly applying color to our sketches. A few guests of the institute approached us for a quick chat. They seldom see people sketching, and at IRRI at that. Late afternoon was fast approaching, and so Erick and I struggled to finish and get in the bus that would take us back into the campus. If it didn't come, we could wait for a jeepney, which came by every thirty minutes...or so. The universe must have been on our side, because it sent us a jeepney service that was fortunately passing by the campus. Hurrah!


IV. Art, Love, and Goodbyes

We managed to be at the Umali Hall for the opening of the artsfest and exhibit. Our works didn't make it to the setup, but Irma said they would mount our sketchbooks and send these back at the end of the month. I told her not to bother since we were really planning on coming back, perhaps with our fellow sketchers and/or film photography-loving friends.

Next, we checked out the art exhibit of our new friends, the students who joined us in our sketching. They had a timely, love-themed show, and we congratulated them for their work. There's no Fine Arts degree in UPLB but the students are encouraged to explore the arts. It was fun to see their insights and interpretations on the L-word. :)

After we said our goodbyes (keep in touch, add us on Facebook) to the student painters, we got some ice cream and sat on the grass. Freedom Park was filling up with students who had come to watch the night's concert. During the intermission, we headed back to Umali Hall, had our dinner, and proceeded to say our goodbyes so we could catch the last bus going back to Manila. They wished us well, but before we left this photo had to be taken first:

Erick & I receiving the Certificate of Participation for the Urban Sketchers Philippines. Handing us the certificate is Irma Lacorte, who brought the Urban Sketchers to UPLB.

V. Homeward

We missed the last bus.

At 11PM and with no Manila-bound bus in sight, we decided to go to the next big town--Calamba--and get a bus from there.

We missed the last bus too.

Luckily for us, there was a van going to Alabang. It was one of those shuttle services that could accommodate up to 18 people. We were the first passengers.

"Oh, we're only waiting for just 10 passengers." Fine. In we went, and waited.

And waited.

Soon, a family went in, then a couple, then a few other passengers. Time to go!

When we got to Alabang, a bus was already there waiting for passengers. We got in, paid our fare, and went to sleep. It was around 2AM when I finally fell on my bed. It was a tiring two days, but I wouldn't have missed it for the world.


VI. The Sketches, Of Course

Erick's

 Mine:

Special thanks to the following people for making our stay in UPLB possible:
Ms. Maria Teresa Arejola, OICA Director
Ms. Irma Lacorte, Sining Makiling Gallery Curator
UPLB Painters' Club: Marvin Oloris, Doel Mercado, Kim Ortines, Rona Franco, Beah Orlina, Ritche Rodulfo, and Pam Mendoza. You guys are the best.