I fall in love with places more often than I do with people. I fall for vast sceneries, for slow mornings at cafes, for dog-walks in the park. I fall for the clear waters (and for your reflection in it). On that particularly hot Wednesday afternoon, I fell in love at nth sight. I’ve seen the place a hundred times– on polaroid prints, tagged photos, and on the countless times I unknowingly typed ‘Pinto Art Museum’ on my Google search bar. To me, I have visited the place through others’ eyes. Despite so, it feels different (good different) taking it all in from mine.
Finding the place was quite the challenge. I have friends from Antipolo, but not quite those near Pinto. Upon exiting the highway, roads run steep and narrow. I didn’t notice any signs along the way, or maybe I was just too preoccupied with having Waze direct us to the place instead (I love you Waze: getting me lost and found for a year now). It is located inside a subdivision, Grand Heights, in Antipolo, Rizal. I went with two of my orgmates, both my co-heads for an upcoming exhibit. We took this visit as a “research/inspo” fieldtrip for our exhibit’s brainstorming process. (Though really, we just wanted to visit the place and are making up seems legit excuses to do so.)
Disclaimer: This post will be photo heavy. Though still, heart eyes everywhere.
Like most museums, they have painting: walls lined up with canvases, sculptures, and 3D works. But unlike other museums, era variety is definitely on point here: they have the basic traditional, murals of local livelihood, women in traditional clothing, etc., and they have modern and digital, like a motorcycle hippiefied with wires and frosted paint. A lot of even interactive.
Pinto covers a wide piece of land, and a common first reaction once given the map would be, “This place is huge.” So another plus is that the works are divided into galleries based on time, kind, or mostly, the feel of it. Gallery 3 is a fave. Hugot screaming everywhere.
On Landscape and Architecture
First things first, I am a sucker for brick and stone white walls. Greece would be a dream come true.
I swear, this place is more of a garden than a museum. You won’t be cramped up with walls because you’ll be running high and low through both grass and water (ponds, there are ponds. AND SWIMMING POOLS. Can I live here please?) to cover the entire area. And oh my gosh, the white stone buildings: which is how I imagined the lovechild of Santorini and Tagaytay (if it weren’t for the ‘I’m melting’ level of heat) would be, by the way.
Either the owner is a sleepwalker and wants easy access to beds in his gardens at all costs, or he has taken the sleep under the stars thing too seriously. Clean white linen covered beds and sofas are an obvious fascination because they are visible everywhere! At all angles of the place!
On Museum Cafe(s)
Compelled to go back because I need to try their food and coffee. It was too hot for coffee and we already had lunch, but I could already imagine a perfect ber-month brunch in their open restos, watercolor and sketchpad on the side. And then go people watching as dessert.
On Me (cray)
I’m obsessed because 1) This place is so IG worthy. 2) I have to go back dressed in better clothes (not kidding
and not ashamed) because I want/need a photo-op. 3) Here lies my dream of becoming an artist (or of the sort) and the remains of my life-long ‘What Ifs?’
Pinto Art Museum is open Tuesdays to Sundays, 9am to 6pm. Entrance fee is Php180 (regular), Php150 (seniors and PWD), and Php100 (students– must present school ID). They also have event and photoshoot rates available.