"Each second counts, and each second that has passed means losing another second of their generation."
People come and go, and so culture. Daily, there are people who are born, and people who die. While for culture, it could die after a generation, replaced by the next generation with new set of norms. It is so dynamic that it is just out of control. These are the things I was thinking upon seeing the last generation of Bontok Igorot women in Bontoc who showed their traditional identity overtly.
Bontok Woman with tattoo, turban and traditionally woven skirt
I spent a time just sitting beside a street in #BONTOC and observe, feel the place, see people, appreciate people. Learn new ways and understand the old ways. This was a joyful way of spending time, wisely. I didn't need to
stay in a designer hotel to do this because the learning is located outside, there at the street.
The town of Bontoc is a cultural treasure in itself. But the ways of the past is slowly diminishing away from the bracket of what is considered normal this age. Who would dare wear a tattoo on the upper extremities, then wear a turban, colorful porcelain beads around the neck and a skirt only used nowadays as a costume in school activities?
A culture that's turning blurry
These women were born to unwittingly set the border of what is old and what is new. A lot of young girls in Bontoc has turned fashionistas, mimicking what their favorite popstar is wearing and these old Bontoc women has just set, obviously, the borderline.
Their generation is slowly, but surely ending soon. Bye tattoos, bye snake-bone coronets. Those artworks could be strange as it may seem, but honesty, just culturally fascinating.
Saying bye to bright, colorful, predominantly red skirts; bye turban, oh where have all the turbans gone? Girls now wear make-up, treat their hairs for good to make it shiny and straight and put highlights. Well, no issue for that. I'm just saying that the tradition is surely decaying, from head to foot; replaced by new ways, new culture, trendy pop culture.
With three Bontok Igorots, the gap in culture is wide clear, right?
Meeting the last generation of this tribe that still overtly wear the marks of their identity was priceless. The tradition and culture is signing off swiftly that it can no longer handle the strength and influence of new elements signing up to the social database of new trends in lifestyle and living.
Having photographed these people is like a school graduation accomplishing something. I know, once these old women are gone, it will be forever. Unless a new civilization shall arise with the same format in 6-digit years time. And, the extinction of their generation is just certain. They lived to put an end to something they are not supposed to be doing. It was fate that set them to live this way.
Wearing the beads with pride, some use snake bone, a very rare scenario
How I wish they understand what's happening around; on why young girls are not following their ways. It was a lifetime of continually shrinking space of culture. Each second counts, and each second that has passed means losing another second of their generation.
Their time is now so thin. It seems like the new generation is not aware of what they are losing. The new ways have just arrived, alluring everyone with glitz and glamour, encouraging everyone to get out of the old world and it appears that no one (or a little, if any) is brave enough to save the dying heritage.
Lolo Bernard, 2nd oldest Bontok man in Alab Oriente
While in a village called ALAB ORIENTE, I met Lolo Bernard. He speaks in his native dialect while the younger men speak Ilocano or Taglish. My ears were focused to this old Bontok man. Every word he was saying is just beautiful. I can't understand, but beautiful to my ears. It is about my love for learning new things.
He also has a head-wear with suako in between his lips. No one in the village do it now. Lolo Bernard's generation is so fragile. In every air he breathes in with that suaco also means a generation breathing the last air stored for them.
With a beautiful elder in Bontoc wearing batek
With Lolo Bernard, 2nd oldest in Alab Oriente
Spending a short moment with them was like running on a long road of gold. That's how precious it was. They are the last and I'm just lucky to have seen them.
After 10 years, this experience would become on its rarest, and more years, could be an extinction. These people are on 80+ years old range. Well, the Igorot culture will still be there. They have loved their identity so much. I appreciate that. But the culture that brings visual feast, overtly, before the eyes of many will never be the same again. However I'm sure it will still show up -- but that would be only on books, and these photographs I have taken ./end
We also got in close contact with these people before. I think that giving them their photographs will bring glory all the more because they might not have pictures of themselves. And having memories captures is always something worthwhile.
ReplyDeleteIt's good you let them feel that they're important. I could see from the smiling faces of their happiness of being a part of the society. Your presence is more than enough for their identity social recognition. I know they treasure it too much. They're going to tell their family members and even the rest of their tribe of the wonderful experience of having such a friendly person like you.
ReplyDeleteI love your shots here bro- pang Dokyu!and of course the PLUS ang well-written article :)How I wish after Mindanao ma explore ko naman ang North :) also to meet dis so called last generation of overt Igorot
ReplyDeleteYou learned a lot about their forgotten culture through this trip.
ReplyDeleteI have had the chance to live with the Igorots for ten years and my only wish is that their culture be preserved and propagated among their youth. Although times may change, culture and heritage are genuine treasures
ReplyDeleteI am from Bukidnon and I enjoy talking with the natives of our province, too. You can learn so much from them. I never get tired of hearing their stories. Very interesting read, thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteRochkirstin Santos | They even asked me to send their photos! :)
ReplyDeleteGil Camporazo | Actually sir, i wouldbe the one honored to tell my friends that I met them.. the other way around, it was a golden opportunity.
ReplyDeleteTraveling Morion | Oist hurry up before everything else is gone ;)
ReplyDeleteGM | wow you're lucky! You must have learned a lot about them for sure! :)
ReplyDeleteRaya | You're welcome :)
ReplyDeleteI like their colorful clothing and yes I agree its truly a precious time when you meet them and personally spoke with them.
ReplyDeleteit sure is an experience of a lifetime to be around these people who strive to keep their colorful customs + traditions alive. i wish i can experience that in this lifetime, too. hopefully, the younger Bontoc generation will also be mindful of preserving their colorful age-old culture while embracing western, modern fad.
ReplyDeletejem alvarado | actually, more than the color, I'm fascinated with the culture that brings out the color, threatened by pop-culture :p
ReplyDeletemusings on meanderings | Hopefully, crossing all fingers in the world! :)
ReplyDeleteManong Unyol | OO nga eh, at ang swerte niyo nakakita kayo! Pero mahirap na talaga natin ito mapipigilan, ang pagbabago ng ating lipunan ay constant... haaaayy, if only...
ReplyDeleteI am mesmerized by your post. Thinking of exploring Alab Oriente this summer. I am an Igorot. My roots are from Bayyo, Bontoc, Mt.
ReplyDeleteProvince. Never had an idea about the richness of Alab Oriente's history. Hehehe. Salamat sa info.
[Daphne] ► Welcome kabsat! Yes, do explore Alab Oriente. Your home, Cordillera, is so rich in culture and heritage.
DeleteI'm from the region. I must say that you have been lucky to capture the elders and those colors. I haven't been home for a long time, so the next time I go home, I'm not sure if I can find elders with tattoos, bead ornaments on their heads, and wearing their traditional clothings.
ReplyDelete| artemis | Yes. I think I was lucky. These folks were old. The next generation is already very modern. I love your (our) home. I've visited Bontoc several times. :)
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