Officially In Love

With Pinto Art Museum, that is.

When I went there with Jel, Anna and her little Angel during my birthday month this year, I knew I would want to go back and enjoy the art pieces some more. Not that I didn’t enjoy going there the first time, I totally loved our first visit. But being the shutter bugs that we are, we snapped pictures here and there in that almost four hours that we were inside the museum.

I also wanted to try the Museum Cafe, so I was really bound to go back. It was just a question of when and with whom. Well, this time, it was sort of a spontaneous trip with Marc, whom I haven’t seen in quite a while. I told him about this cool museum and I was really glad he was willing to check it out [Thank you!].

And so, I giddily stepped inside the Pinto once again.

With a map and no abaniko from Manong Registration this time (I was kinda looking forward to holding an abaniko, actually), we started with the first gallery. I didn’t really realized that the first gallery is for housing some sort of a show (I think it changes monthly), so I was a bit disappointed when instead of the Beavis and Butthead-ish artworks at the loft area (I was excited to show that to Marc because he likes the duo), we saw art pieces that depict bicycles. He bikes, so I guess he sort of appreciated them.

At the main area, we found these:


This reminds me of Imagine Dragons’ “Bleeding Out”.


The first one reminds me of BenCab’s Sabel. And the other one of Les Miserables.

This trip was way faster than the first one because I was not in a snapping frenzy. In fact, I really didn’t want to bring out my camera had there been no new paintings in that first gallery. I would have been contented with just my camera phone. But, alas, Schneider was unleashed, so I managed to snap some interesting shots.

Kuya Tour Guide, the same one who snapped one of our group photos the first time, chat us up and said the museum is huge and he warned us that we’re in for a workout.

He probably sensed that we didn’t really need some touring around, so he left us in peace. [Promise, Manong, next time na punta ko, I will avail of your friendship, I mean, free service.] When we reached the bigger gallery, which, I think, is great for cocktail parties, he captured a willing audience of three young students.

I would have wanted to join the group, but I was starving by this time. It was 12 noon. We passed by the ramped gallery and I finally realized what the ramp is for. This lovely museum is wheelchair-friendly! Well, it shouldn’t really be a surprise since the museum is founded by a doctor (a neurologist to be exact), Dr. Joven Cuanang. There are even special backdoors for the PWDs. How thoughtful of them to do that!


By the time we reached the center of the museum, where the cafe is conveniently located, we were more than ready to eat. The aroma from the kitchen caught us, actually.

10295460_10152181623028842_4849049775587341313_oI knew the Cafe is operated by Bizu, so I know it’s kinda pricey. I failed to mention this to Marc that that’s one of the main reasons why I wanted to go back–to sample their menu. We would have eaten lunch at the city center just like what we did the first time I went there, but I really wanted to try their food. We each ordered a set menu at P595++. It comes with a soup, an entree and a dessert. Marc got the lamb shanks with couscous and mine’s the spring chicken (from Abra daw) with couscous. With the one bite I had of the lamb, I thought the sauce was too strong for my palate. But I think Marc enjoyed it. The spring chicken is tender, but the thigh part was a bit dry.

Desserts were halo-halo and yema tart, which didn’t have the obligatory shots. Mine was the yema tart and it was served while I was still eating my entree. The salted caramel ice cream was melting when I finally got to it. I felt kinda cheated since I was expecting a huge tart. I should have ordered halo-halo, too. Oh, well. We can’t always have the best.

We continued our museum musing after that quite maarte lunch. It’s nice to see that most of the things in there didn’t change (well, it was only roughly three months ago, but you get what I mean); and there are some stuff I failed to notice the first time. They were some sort of happy surprise. Like this most unwelcoming receiving area.


They were covered with words! It sure is easy art because what the artist just did was cover these things with printed words, but, wow. I spent a good while marveling at these painstaking works of art.

This particular art piece also surprise me. It’s not really a painting. It’s made with colorful threads. I really don’t know how the artist did it, but his works were so special, it has its own room. I did not recognize love the first time, I swear. 🙂


I cannot say I am artistic enough to be able to create something that can be called a piece of art. I do crafts and they say it is sort of like arts, but that is saying too much about the stuff I create with my hands. I couldn’t help but really wonder how artists do their art pieces. Perhaps that’s why I love arts so much. They make me wonder and that’s some kind of wonderful.


Of course, I still believe that Mother Nature is the greatest artist among them all. And in a museum, I was surprisingly enthralled by Her.


I came across these dried stuff that turned out to be Apitong seeds [Thanks, Manong Tour Guide!] in one of the many window seats (where you can actually take a siesta or lounge while charging your gadgets). Manong Tour Guide saw me took a picture and he told me I could play with them as he picked one and let it “fly”. It immediately transported me back to my childhood summers.

And then I saw this tree from one of the many beautiful windows. It could have been a cherry tree with blossoms from a far, which reminded me of something and made my heart skip a beat (it’s D-minus 5!).


It was Marc who discovered that the “flying seeds” were from that tree when he got in the bedroom and saw it from the huge window. We spent some time calling for the wind (you know, whistling) to see some more flying seeds. I unsuccessfully caught the flights in picture. I later on realized a video should have done the trick. Well, I’m sorry. I was enjoying it, and my mind wasn’t working full time. But, really, it was fun. I now have a great idea for an unconventional but really cool confetti. hehe


We went inside the “Forest” room, and I can say it could be unsettling for some to enter that supposed to be “zen” room. hehe Not good for the praning. But I really like that installation art. I look forward to seeing one by Yayoi Kuzama in the future.

When we’re done with the galleries, we went outside to explore the gardens. It was refreshing to see so many shades of green below and blue above. But the dark clouds were kind of threatening, so we decided to call it a day. But before finally stepping outside the Pinto, we just had to taste the lemongrass iced tea they were selling near the exit/entrance of the museum. It was love! I had to sit down in one of the white chairs in the garden to fully enjoy it. It’s refreshing and it’s the perfect finale to end the museum musing. And at P20, it beats the horrendously overpriced tea sold at BenCab’s. I didn’t even tried it when we went there just because I thought it was so expensive (more than P100).

And that humble lemongrass iced tea is another reason to go back. 🙂


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