I felt infinitely small when I first visited the Philippine National Museum last February. Being surrounded by tangible reminders of history was a humbling experience – the artifacts and artworks connived to remind me that in the grand scheme of things, I am both nothing, and everything.
Our collective history is filled with personal triumphs, sacrifices, mistakes, and learnings – I am just a speck of sand soil in the Manunggul jar; you are a slab of wood in the balangay. Our personal existence is just like a little brush stroke in the Spoliarium – insignificant considering how physically large and grand this painting is; But without which, the artwork will never be ‘complete’.
note: photos were taken using a camera phone.