But the Ronquillos’ real treasures were to be found at their Makati apartment at San Antonio Village, and I would often pay them a visit to see what they have in their place, crammed to the rafters with all sorts of collectible junk brought in by basureros, runners and fellow collectors. As Tony headed the Bayanihan Collectors’ Club, he got first priority in perusing the items for re-sale in his more upscale Shangri-la shop (the now defunct Circa) and in the regular club-sponsored auctions.
The Ronquillos’ taste is pretty much eclectic, with furniture and collectibles being their field of specialty. Back when antique fairs were the rage at Philtrade, they would often participate, saving their best items for such events, often mixing these with the more sellable comic books, movie posters, ephemera, chairs, commodes and other household antiques.
I remember they once offered a small Fabian de la Rosa landscape painting for 50K. Another time, an ivory Calvario tableaux complete with a virina went up for sale at their Circa for just 120K. I also could not forget the century old tabernacle door elaborately carved in relief with primitive looking angels and religious figures, with its original polychrome intact.
In the mid-90s, the Ronquillos moved yet again to a bigger, quieter place on Conchu Street, which soon filled up with more trash and treasures. For over ten years, they lived in this apartment that also became their Makati warehouse, and which became my after-office haunt. It’s always a challenge to look for things of interest as every square inch of the place—from the garage to the walls-- is filled with boxes, crates, cabinets and bookcases with contents on the verge of overflow. I often would joke them by offering my janitorial services for free; I always have the urge to organize their stuff every time I go visit.
A week ago, I got a call from Leni inviting me to see their stuff as they have decided to give up their apartment and move back to their more spacious Parañaque home. They are downsizing their accumulations preparatory to their big move. It was a downer to hear of their move—one less rummage place to visit. But she said the kids have all grown and most are on their own, so she and Tony have decided to relax a bit and return to their old rambling home.
This Monday, a holiday, I decided to drop by their Conchu place to say hi and see what they have. As always, their place was a bedlam, but they had already set aside a box for me which had been filled with stuff I’d be interested in—old religious photos, 1950s kitsch, Carnival Queen postcards, sacred art. After making my selections, I asked to be taken around the house to see what else I could bring home.
What discoveries I made while I went from room to room—but the artworks found all over their apartment piqued my interest. On the walls of their overcrowded living room were these paintings, one of which I immediately recognized as Nemiranda’s. The large painting showing a Mother nursing her baby was bought by Tony for Php 2,600 from a Swiss consul who was being reassigned elsewhere, having completed his term here in Manila.
The stairwell railings were decked with decorative plates as well as small, unidentified paintings on the side.
The busy kitchen area, on the other hand, had a solitary painting showing a still-life grouping of fruits and plate, an all-too common and overdone theme. The painting was so bad, I think it was just there to cover up something--a crack or a wall stain, maybe.
Inside the store room were these three large interesting paintings. The first figurative piece bore the signature of the artist, a certain Sarmiento. The second one is a brass sheet, etched with patriotic symbols and dedicated to a World War II veteran, a great memento from the last war.
Hanging back to back on the sliding acrylic door were these antique picture frames. The oval frame is richly carved with Pinoy motifs popularized by Isabelo Tampinco—anahaw, bamboo and gabi leaves. The second squarish frame features a carving of anahaw frond, but is simpler.
My most exciting find turned up in the garage, of all places, where tons and tons of stuff are stored—hanging on the walls, rom the ceiling, resting in chairs, stacked on top of one another, squeezed into bookcases and bauls.
The paintings were the causes of my agitated interest, which I tried hard not to show. There was this huge floral painting that was signed Gonzales—the first name was unintelligible. Is this perhaps, the work of Mabini artist Felix Gonzales? Maybe, maybe not.
But if there’s one thing that I am sure of, it’s the painter of this next painting dated 1969. I thought at first that the sailing theme was very American, but upon taking a second look, the scene is very much a Filipino based on the outfits of the sailing crew.
The painter is no other than Oscar Navarro, the celebrated Mabini artist whose worth and skill is only being recognized only today.
There was still so much to cover, but as they say—so little time, so many stuff. I haven’t even gone upstairs where a 1970 Onib Olmedo portrait hangs. And there are still the book cases to check. I was given another invitation to come back and go through the boxes kept under the sofa, so I guess I will. The garden looks like its full ofpotential. Maybe, just maybe, underneath their overgrown amorseko, I’ll find an genuine Amorsolo!
(31 August 2009)
I also have a Gonzalez painting here at home with the same signature. I've been researching foe a while now to get his identity. Would you happen to know by now who the Gonzalez painter is?
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