Finding something worthy everywhere
I like flea markets, thrifty shops and souvenir stopovers looking for anything that speaks to me. From old mortar and pestle to an antique letter opener appeals to me. If the price is reasonable, I take them home and meals foregone.
Because I cannot afford expensive curation, I resort to this relaxed form of appreciation. Quite an optimistic evaluation, here is an inventory of the joy of being a collector of sort – a four feet wooden jar , an antique glass jar I wooed from brother Imbing, a wooden rice mortar, a steel soup bowl used by soldiers during World War II. From Palika Bazar of New Delhi, I am a proud owner of the last Kama Sutra treatise sold to me by an Indian boy. I traded my second Holy Bible with the Koran of my Sudanese friend. From this exchange, I came to be familiar with the Koran and its sudras and at the same time found the opportunity to evangelize.
From Agra, I bought an small elephant laced with gold, and took back home Ganesh, the Hindu God, a Mongolian doll given by Teqshburen Genden, another tapestry of the Three Friends – an elephant, monkey and the pelican. This woolen was knitted by the monks somewhere in up Shimla.
Last July, I donned a sixty –two year old emerald green dress. A lacy find so worthy of awe. It belonged to my grandmom. I told my girls that the vintage dress shall find its way with me during my departure. By the way, Paula gave me her antique divider made of Capiz shells. Ohh, so rustic, historical and aesthetic. Interesting finds include my Dad’s reading glasses, the 20 – year old Gucci wristwatch he gave me in Manila. But this pleasurable habit continues with the initiation of Noelle in her painting workshops. My wall is her unlimitted canvas. What a source of enlivening visual tension. These are all beginning to mount up and sometimes I think that an auction mission may be resorted to.
Lately, from the “Mayong-payong Island” I spotted a ten kilo- pillow coral but took it home all the same to mom’s place. Albert had to drag it inside a nylon sack. Some interesting drift wood collection too . This collector’s experience is akin to shopping waiting for something to catch the eye. The hunt is fun, but this weekend, I found again two darling friends Alma and Macy, a valuable couple I cannot take home, but whose gentleness and generosity is immeasurable and unforgettable. Collection is de-stressing, an exercise of the eye and heart, no deadlines at least not until I remembered its Thursday.
By: Dr. Nila L. Filamor
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