P I N T O

Just quarter an hour away from the noisy and polluted Manila, up the mountains of Antipolo Rizal is a quaint white house that shelters art of all sorts. I first heard about this museum when I saw photos from my friends during their visits and I told myself that I had to go there when I go back Manila. It took me months before I finally decided to go.

Pinto Art Museum is no ordinary museum, first of all, it used to be a house- well actually it still is a house and some parts of it is not open to the public; second is, most of the art there are part of the personal collection of the owner, whom I heard is a doctor- thank you Manong for the information. What I like about Pinto is that its galleries can be found in the different parts of the vicinity, they are situated in a way that you would have to walk out in the garden, that also have several sculptures all over. The ambiance of the whole place just made want to live there and be connected to my inner Picasso and Mozart. Now, if only I have the talents and skills. Oh and did I tell you that it's PWD friendly?

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PS. Your X-ray vision super powers will come in handy to see this amazing art by Olen Ventura. 


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"Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable" 
-Cesar Cruz

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