CARLO ACERDEN GABUCO Above the towering skyscrapers of corporate culture intertwined with the reality of local nuances is a view of things beyond. A depleted mountain just above the horizon. Shanties of rusted roofs and tattered walls with old tires as anchors. Churches here and there. Dominating malls presenting refuge. A mucky river dotted with garbage. More churches. Tall buildings for the movement of money and the shelter of the affluent. Billowing fumes atop factory chimneys. Very hodgepodge. Very Filipino.
But forget not the person below for he sees them differently.
Carlo Gabuco is an artist. But above that, he is gifted with the ability to see things vicariously. With his palette and eyes for social details otherwise missed by the common man, he brings to life ponderable images of realities accepted by Filipinos yet questioned by some inner conscience. This son of a Laguna town has always been intrigued by the strange coalescence of modern technology, local religious fanaticism, and originally colonial values absorbed as endemic by virtue of time and history.
But forget not the person below for he sees them differently.
Carlo Gabuco is an artist. But above that, he is gifted with the ability to see things vicariously. With his palette and eyes for social details otherwise missed by the common man, he brings to life ponderable images of realities accepted by Filipinos yet questioned by some inner conscience. This son of a Laguna town has always been intrigued by the strange coalescence of modern technology, local religious fanaticism, and originally colonial values absorbed as endemic by virtue of time and history.
