Meet Ang Kiukok, the artist from Davao
Once upon a time in old Davao, there lived a Chinese merchant named Ang Sym and a rich landowner-lawyer named Don Vicente Hizon. They were business friends. Such good friends were they that when Ang Sym’s son Ang Pang was born, Don Vicente naturally became his godfather. But alas, old Ang Sym had to return to China when the boy was only 16, so he left the care of his son to his friend.
So it came to pass Panga, the boy, married and had children of his own. He ran a sari-sari store in the quaint fishing village of Sasa while Don Vicente tended to his law practice and managed his 300-hectare tobacco plantation in the adjacent village of Pampanga. But the bond between godfather and godson never waned. Almost like a ritual, Don Vicente would drop by his godson’s store to pass the time away. More often, he would go there just to eat “lugaw” (a favorite Chinese rice meal) which Panga deliciously prepared for him. On these occasions, the artist from Davao emerged.
Ang Kiukok, grandson of his good friend, and son of his godson, would take a pad of paper, a stick of charcoal and would quietly sketch Don Vicente’s portrait. Front view, side view. Again and again he sketched. Often times, Don Vicente inquired. “Let’s see what the young painter is doing today?” Again he would draw, rough sketches by a boy of twelve, then thirteen, then fourteen until he left for Manila to study at the big university. Each drawing he gave to his sitter, and Don Vicente, pleased with the boy’s remarkable ability, proudly pasted all these drawings on the walls of his farmhouse by the sea.
Today, the farmhouse is gone, so are the drawings. Where the farmhouse once stood, it is now Davao Insular Hotel. Where once the child’s drawings decorated the farmhouse walls, a huge mural now decorates the hotel. It is also the only original artwork at the hotel and Ang Kiukok did this mural, by a twist of fate, in 1961. Whether or not Fernando Zobel, who built the hotel, knew about the boy’s story, it is, however, rather uncanny for Zobel to have commissioned a 30- year-old painter only because he was Davao-born.
Ang Kiukok, now a celebrated painter of national and international fame, has exhibited his works in Manila and abroad, continuously since 1954. He has received numerous awards and was cited in 1976-78 as an outstanding citizen. His works hang in the permanent collections of the Philippine National Museum, National Historical Museum in Taipei, National Museum in Singapore, the Ayala Corporation to name but a few. It is impossible to begin mentioning about his works in private collections for the list is rather long.
Last December 15th, people who all felt proud of him surrounded Ang Kiukok. It was the cocktail party at the opening of his painting exhibition at the Asiatics Gallery here in Davao. Smiling faces of the members of the Ang Fraternity (Ric Ang, Angel Ang, Joe Angliongto, among others) gave him a boost of confidence. Local artists eagerly talked to the artist himself. Patrons and collectors snatched up his works lest they lose them to someone else. Even national artist Victorio Edades was visibly pleased. His presence lent an added air of artistic clairvoyance: Is Davao a homing ground for great artists? (Ang Kiukok says he will retire in Davao when his children are grown). In the sidelines, the Carriedos: Peter, Alex, Annabelle, and Josie exuded the warmest glow. They should; they own Asiatic Gallery. And of course, his old-time friend and playmate, Vicente ‘Botoy’ Hizon, Jr, who seemed to be the only one who could jostle Ang Kiukok’s art had to be there. The painter just took Botoy’s ribbing with a look of fondness.
Exactly twenty years after he painted the mural, Ang Kiukuk held his first one-man show in Davao, his old hometown, and the place where his artistic stirrings began in that tiny sari-sari store. Again, the hand of fate moves, for who brought his art to Davao? It is none other than Josie Carriedo Tionko, wife of Jose ‘Jong-Jong’ Hizon Tionko, grandson of Don Vicente Hizon. Call it uncanny. Again?
In this good, old hometown of ours, there must be a magnetic art field somewhere.