BWG Art Writing Workshop

All year round Baguio City and her environs positively vibrate with the energies of the art world. It can be said that there is no shortage of creativity in our mountains. All this artistic productivity ought to be documented, not only for posterity, but also in order to nurture and enhance the engagement of local communities with art.

Thus the Baguio Writers Group (BWG) and the Bencab Art Foundation are pleased to offer a writing workshop on art theory and criticism. Our esteemed resource persons are Lito Zulueta, editor of the Arts and Culture sub-section of the Philippine Daily Inquirer, known art and film critic, and UST faculty member; and Yason Banal, internationally-acclaimed young artist, columnist for the Philippine Star, and faculty member of the U.P. Film Institute.

The workshop will be held at the Bencab Museum on May 23 and 24, from 9AM - 5PM. The workshop will be comprised of a series of lectures and writing exercises.

Registration fee is a bargain at P1200, inclusive of: two day workshop and entrance to Bencab Museum, lunch and snacks by Cafe Sabel, reading materials.

The workshop is open to 20 participants. Please contact us for inquiries or reservations at baguiowriters@gmail.com or 09083612844. Pre-registration is required for confirmation of your reservation. See you!

We are going to give out two fellowships to the BWG Art Writing workshop for young writers of Cordilleran roots. Interested individuals must submit an essay on an art venue or art piece they have seen in Baguio. Based on these write ups, two deserving fellows will be selected and given full scholarships to the workshop.

Essays should be accompanied by a short biodata with contact details. The essay should be no more than one-page, no less than 400 words.

Deadline for submission of essays: 9PM, May 15, 2009. Essays may be sent to baguiowriters@gmail.com or hard copies may be left at the Cafe by the Ruins, and Cafe Sabel, addressed to Padma L. Perez.

The fellowships will be given out of the BWG's WORD4WORD Fund, created through the generosity of the people who donated books to the BWG sale, and also through the 'ganas' of those who bought them.

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