Results for mga sining sa himulmol at tela translation from Tagalog to English

sining sa lipunan
social arts

mga sining na kapakipakinabang
markahan

kahulugan ng trambia mga sining at libangan
meaning of trambia is art

katutubong sining sa cavite
folk art in cavite

sining sa bayan ng zambales
art in the town of zambales

palayain ang lahat ng mga alagad ng sining sa syria
freedom for all syrian artists

batsilyer ng sining sa pampolitikang agham
bachelor of arts in political science

isang mababang kwentong sining sa tagalog
a low art story in tagalog

isang mababang kwento ng sining sa tagalog
a low art [excerpt from the penelopiad] by margaret atwood (canada) now that i’m dead i know everything. this is what i wished would happen, but like so many of my wishes it failed to come true. i know only a few factoids that i didn’t know before. death is much too high a price to pay for the satisfaction of curiosity, needless to say. since being dead — since achieving this state of bonelessness, liplessness, breastlessness —i’ve learned some things i would rather not know, as one does when listening at windows or opening ot her people’s letters. you think you’d like to read minds? think again. down here everyone arrives with a sack, like the sacks used to keep the winds in, but each of these sacks is full of words —words you’ve spoken, words you’ve heard, wo rds that have been said about you. some sacks are very small, others large; my own is of a reasonable size, though a lot of the words in it concern my eminent husband. what a fool he made of me, some say. it was a specialty of his: making fools. he got away with everything, which was another of his specialties: getting away. he was always so plausible. many people have believed that his version of events was the true one, give or take a few murders, a few beautiful seductresses, a few one-eyed monsters. even i believed him, from time to time. i knew he was tricky and a liar, i just didn’t think he would play his tricks and try out his lies on me. hadn’t i been faithful? hadn’t i waited, and waited, and waited, despite the temptation — almost the compulsion — to do otherwise? and what did i amount to, once the official version gained ground? an edifying legend. a stick used to beat other women with. why couldn’t they be as considerate, as trustworthy, as all-suffering as i had been? that was the line they took, the singers, the yarn- spinners. don’t follow my example, i want to scream in your ears — yes, yours! but when i try to scream, i sound like an owl. of course i had inklings, about his slipperiness, his wiliness, his foxiness, his — how can i put this? — his unscrupulousness, but i turned a blind eye. i kept my mouth shut; or if i opened it, i sang his praises. i didn’t contradict, i didn’t ask awkward questions, i didn’t dig deep. i wanted happy endings in those days, and happy endings are best achieved by keeping the right doors locked and going to sleep during the rampages. but after the main events were over and things had become less legendary, i realised how many people were laughing at me behind my back — how they were jeering, making jokes about me, jokes both clean and dirty; how they were turning me into a story, or into several stories, though not the kind of stories i’d prefer to hear about m yself. what can a woman do when scandalous gossip travels the world? if she defends herself she sounds guilty. so i waited some more. now that all the others have run out of air, it’s my t urn to do a little storymaking. i owe it to myself. i’ve had to work myself up to it: it’s a low art, tale-telling. old women go in for it, strolling beggars, blind singers, maidservants, children — folks with time on their hands. once, people would have laughed if i’d tried to play th e minstrel —there’s nothing more preposterous than an aristocrat fumbling around with the arts — but who cares about public opinion now? the opinion of the people down here: the opinions of shadows, of echoes. so i’ll spin a thread of my own.

sawa na ako sa mga museo, libingan ng mga sining.
i'm tired of museums, - graveyards of the arts.

nakita ko ang isang piraso ng sining sa dingding na nagsasabing
i saw a piece of wall art that says

malaki ba ang ginagampanan ng sining sa kulturang pilipino? paano? bakit?
does art plays a big role in filipino culture? how? why?

nilikha ang sining sa pader na ito ng isang arkitekto ng doğa okulu na nagpapakita ng kalikasang nakapalibot sa paaralan.
this wall art was created by a doğa okulu architect expressing the nature surrounding the school.

bawat art ay may mga malalim na kahulugan at kung paano ito ginawa kaya namamangha ang mga tao nito dahil mas napapamahal tayo sa mga sining
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ang mga sining biswal na ginawa ng mga pinakabatang refugee ng myanmar ay nagbibigay oportunidad upang hayaan natin ang mga bata na makapagsalita.
the visual art created by myanmar's youngest refugees is one of these opportunities to let the kids do the talking.

pinukaw nito ang kaisipan at minulat nito ang diwa ng mga malikhaing taga-syria, na kaagad nagpahayag ng kanilang likhang-sining sa pamamgitan ng internet.
it has awakened the genie that was sleeping in many innovative syrians, who are showcasing their work online.

idinaos noong isang taon ang ikaanim na pagtitipon ng katawang sining sa lungsod ng caracas, at ilan sa mga nakamamanghang pagpapahayag gamit ang katawan ng tao ay ibinihagi sa internet sa tulong ng citizen media.
photographer camilo delgado castilla wrote in demotix: from 17 to november 20 the sixth meeting of body art in the city of caracas, with the participation of 18 countries: australia, austria, bolivia, brazil, chile, colombia, cuba, ecuador, usa, spain, japan, luxembourg, italy, mexico, poland, south africa, new zealand and venezuela.

bagamat madalas ginagawang patago ang ganitong uri ng sining, at gumagastos ang gobyerno upang mabura ang mga ito sa mga lansangan, patuloy ang paglaganap ng ganitong sining sa ibang bansa at ang pag-usbong nito sa mga kalunsuran.
although sometimes this type of art has remained under the radar, and despite the fact that authorities have spent lots of money in erasing graffiti, street art has spread to other countries and has become popular in urban spaces in many cities.

mga lansangan ng afghanistan ang pamagat ng eksibit ng mga litratistang galing sa loob at labas ng afghanistan, sa pangunguna ng organisasyong mountain2mountain . balak ng pangkat na dalhin ang naturang pagtatanghal sa kabul upang ipamalas ang sining sa mga kalye ng kabisera.
streets of afghanistan, a life-size photo exhibition by afghan and western photographers organized by the non-profit organization mountain2mountain now plans to bring the exhibit to kabul as public street art.

ang masining na kasanayan sa iskultura ay ang sining ng paghubog ng hinang o paggawa ng gawa ng sining sa tatlong sukat na batang si rizal ay humanga sa kanyang propesor at kaklase nang hubugin niya ang imahe ng birhen mary sa piraso ng pilipinas matapang na kahoy na batikuling na may isang kutsilyo ng bulsa ang mga propesor ay namangha sa beuty at pagtatapos ng imahe dahil sa iskultura na ito ng talento ng tatay na si leonard na humiling kay rizal na hubugin mula sa kanya ang imahe ng sagradong puso ni jesus ang matandang pari ng hesus ay labis
artistic skill in sculpture is the art of molding welding or producing work of art in three dimension young rizal impressed his professor and classmate when he curved the image of the virgin mary on the piece of the philipines hard wood batikuling with a pocket knife the professors were amazed at the beuty and the finish of the image because of this sculpture talent father leonard request rizal to curved from him the image of the sacred heart of jesus the old jesuit priest was very much pleased and expressed his profound appreciation to the young sculpture his attention was to take with him the image of when he went back to spain but unfortunately he forgot the image was placed on the door of the dormitory of the ateneo and remained theme for almost twenty years