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DING! ANG EXHIBIT!



Mars Ravelo: Sixty Years Retrospective
13 December 2003 – 15 February 2004
The Edge Gallery
U.P. Vargas Museum
Roxas Avenue, University of the Philippines Diliman


An exhibition organized for the family of the late comics creator Mars Ravelo, explores his many talents and other facets of his life. The retrospective gathers all material culture in his family’s collection such as original illustrations by Ravelo, memorabilia items and other materials inspired by the artist’s creations. The exhibition is a contribution to the growing academic and popular interest in Pinoy komiks and to further contemporary appreciation of nearly 75 years of the local comics industry.

Mars Ravelo: Sixty Years Retrospective will run from 13 December 2003 to 15 February 2004 at the Edge Gallery of the U.P. Vargas Museum.

For more information, please contact the U.P. Vargas Museum at telephone numbers 928-1927 and telefax 928-1925, or e-mail at vargas.museum @ up.edu.ph or vargasmuseum @ yahoo.com.


The U.P. Vargas Museum
Roxas Avenue, University of the Philippines
Diliman, Quezon City 1101, The Philippines
Telefax (63 2) 928 1925
Telephone (63 2) 928 1927
(63 2) 920 5301 x7407/7408

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