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lagom ng sining
summarizing art

gawa ng sining
i’m work of art

batsilyer ng sining
bachelor of arts english in education

mga katangian ng sining
characteristics of art

tilamsik ng sining kapayapaan
tilamsik ng sining

kahulugan ng ritmo ng sining
definition of the rhythm of art

pang - ekonomiyang tungkulin ng sining
economic function of art

ang lagom ng lapit sa proyekto
the sum of the proximity to the project

mahalaga ba ang paksa ng sining?
does subject of art matter

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

ano ang ibig sabihin ng harmonya ng sining
ano ang ibig sabihin ng harmonya ng sining

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.

ibig sabihin ng sining ay isang mapeh tagalog
meaning ng art sa mapeh tagalog

magdiwang ng sining at kultura sa pamamagitan ng pagbabasa
celebrating arts and culture through reading

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

ano ang kahulugan mo ng sining? pagpapahalaga sa sining?
what is your definition of art? art appreciation?

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

naipamamalas ang kaalaman sa pag unawa sa mga elemento na sangkap ng sining
naipamamalas ang pang�unawa sa konsepto ng "entrepreneurship"

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

alam mo ang tuwid na ito ay isang bagay, maraming may malakas, maraming tao ang may dalubhasa at tanging tao ang antas ng sining na ito
you know this straight is one thing, a lot of guy have strong, a lot of guy have skilled and only guy of this level of artistry