Showing posts with label art writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art writing. Show all posts

Friday, May 16, 2008

Laying traps

Put a word out onto the forest floor. It can be any forest. Tie a piece of thread around it. Will it to take a walk. If you try hard enough it will start to move. It may take days or weeks. If you get tired of waiting, find another spot in the forest (maybe find another forest). Lay another word out. Will THAT to take a walk. Repeat as long as things remain static. Keep trying. Don’t worry, once one of them moves just a little, the others will follow, because you've tied them together! Hunt, kill and feast.

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Oops!

UPDATE: Sigh. 1:40am. The essay I'm writing has all the conviction of a peanut. Nay, smaller. Pine nut, then.

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Do you find yourself inadvertently using this phrase?

'It is a question that poses many challenging questions...'

Can we say: Trying My Darnest To Fill Up Word Allowance in an Intelligent-sounding but Ultimately Vacuous Way?

Thursday, April 03, 2008

Review of Bangun - Abandon Project

**This review appeared in Off The Edge magazine, MAR2008 Issue 39
***Images from Kakiseni.com



Since forming in early 2004, artist collective Lost Generation has produced projects that genuinely posit alternatives in Malaysian art discourse. ‘Alternatives’ not only as in opposition to a constructed (imagined) mainstream, but also in a generative sense that enlarges the debate for us all, especially regarding the role of independent art practice.

Their latest project Bangun is no exception. Held over three evenings in February, it was a site-specific event featuring 25 international and local artists. The site was a sprawling complex of three vacant buildings next to Lost Generation Space, a bungalow in Robson Heights that the collective rents and operates as an art space.

In an article on kakiseni.com, writer Zedeck Siew observes that ‘Lost Generation Space’s contribution was that they provided us with an excuse to explore this [abandoned] space’.1 It is true that in a project like this, art cannot be seen independently from the context it has consciously inserted itself in. In Bangun, the former is indeed overshadowed by the latter.

Rather than critique the works individually, it may be more useful to use them as a lens through which to focus a discussion on abandoned buildings, and how they affect the way we understand and live in the city. To do this, I’d also like to refer to two texts. The first, Terrain Vague by architect and critic Ignasi de Sola-Morales Rubio2; the second, Ghosts in the City by Michel de Certeau.3

NOTICING
Bangun isn’t the first project to deal locally with the subject of abandoned buildings. From 2000 to 2003, Simryn Gill traveled the country photographing empty apartments, incomplete projects and mini ghost towns. The result was a collection of 116 images published as a book titled Standing Still. The images are as haunting and poignant as you imagine, but are also immensely, elusively beautiful. Similarly, many works in Bangun almost revel in the desolate aesthetics of the abandoned site. Ilham Fadhli Shaimy fills holes in the rotting floor with plaster from toy cement mixers. Dean Linguey frames little stalagmites formed by water dripping from a leaky ceiling with shards of found glass. Tan Wai Ding gathers broken electric fixtures and arranges them into a maze on the dusty floor. In the ultimate homage to ready-made beauty, Teh Leong Kwee simply places a makeshift frame over any picturesque surface – a mouldy bloom here, a stain on the wall there.



It is interesting how the sad dilapidation of this site been treated with nothing less than celebration and reverence. Note how LGS positions the event: ‘Bangun in Bahasa Malaysia means Wake up! Attention! In this project the artists are saying - Wake up and notice the abandonment of buildings (bangunan) in KL!” The word used here is ‘notice’, not ‘save’, or ‘halt’, leaving the motives of Bangun richly ambiguous and open to debate.

Why this attraction to the aesthetics of decay? Could it be that we do not in fact look at abandoned buildings in an entirely negative light? This is what Sola-Morales Rubio suggests in his essay Terrain Vague. He writes that these spaces are ‘places where the city is no longer’. They do not house anyone, they are not monitored, they do not produce anything – in short they are everything that the city isn’t, a ‘negative image’ of the city. Not negative as in ‘bad’, but more like the inverted mirror of our beloved and fragmented KL. This inversion produces a void or absence, which also represents possibility and potential – that of things happening differently than what we have been made to believe by those who chart the development of this country.

Walking through Bangun on a rainy evening, the whole place seemed porous – some corners letting in the rain and sun, holding both in rotting wood and plaster; other corners underground blanketed by an irredeemable silence and darkness. As Sola-Morales Rubio suggested, this porosity seemed to me ‘as much a critique as a possible alternative’ – to the steady proliferation of this or that jaya, to the highways and shopping malls and the whole sterile time-space grid of Malaysia Wasasan

REHABILITATION
While some artists let rotting chaos creep up and become part of their works, just as many seemed to devote energy towards caring for their space. Tobias Richardson’s hanging sculpture revolved silently in a little room the artist spent a substantial amount of time cleaning and repairing. Haley West did likewise to what appears to have been a former kitchen – wrapping up debris in plastic as ‘gifts’ for viewers to take away, as well as hanging golden tinsel off a creeper on the wall. Aliza Ayob planted bright pink plastic flowers on a piece of barren lawn.

These efforts may be seen as attempts at rehabilitation. But for what sake and for whom does this rehabilitation occur? Just as an abandoned building may not be seen in a completely negative way, so rehabilitation cannot be taken only to mean something good. To rehabilitate something is to not only love and care for that thing, it is to also change it irrevocably. Certeau writes that spaces like Bangun’s site do not only have a history, they ‘function as history’. ‘Ghosts in the city’, indeed. Like ghosts these spaces exist in the present, yet elude it. Like ghosts, what does it mean to take them and turn them once again into places for the living? How should we go about it?

Both Certeau and Sola-Morales Rubio agree that these ghosts should not be exorcised violently, but be placated with continuity. Why? Let us put it this way: why, if they cared so much about its disrepair, did the Bangun artists not invade the site like an army of ants and make it habitable again? Could it be from a barely grasped suspicion that to fully ‘rehabilitate’ (clean, clear, renovate, improve) the place would mean returning it once again to the homogeneity of the city – to the real estate market hungering for ‘heritage rich’ sites, to the empirical logic of progress and development?

Certeau: ‘Whatever framework in which this ‘salvational’ will is inscribed, it is true that restored buildings, mixed habitats belonging to several worlds, already deliver the city from its imprisonment in an imperialistic univocity. However enamel painted they may be, they maintain there the heterodoxies of the past. They safeguard an essential aspect of the city: its multiplicity.’

The value in Bangun lies not so much in a rallying cry to ‘save the buildings!’, but in calling attention to, and subsequently adding to this multiplicity of the city. It opens up many spaces – both physical and metaphoric – to questions, debate, thought, perhaps even action. This is how art acts.

Bangun – Abandon Project, 1 – 3 Feb. Produced by Lost Generation Space. For more information: www.lostgenspace.wordpress.com

1. Zedeck Siew, Houses on the Hill, 2 Feb 2008
2. Ignasi de Sola Morales Rubio, Terrain Vague, Anyplace, ed. C.Davidson, MIT Press, Cambridge Mass, 1995, pp118-123
3. Michel de Certeau, Ghosts in the City, The Practices of Everyday Life Vol2, Uni of Minnesota Press, Minneapolis, 1998 pp133-143

Monday, March 17, 2008

My new favorite phrase is

...critical lattices!

As in, 'the work relies on the critical lattice of blablabla to make sense of what is happening in blablabla today.', or, 'this exhibition creates a sort of critical lattice which supports the notion of blablabla, yet allowing room for certain blablabla to fall to the ground.'

You wait and see, it's the next big thing in art writing! Use it today!

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Phrases I will never use officially in a professional capacity, but which proliferate my private thoughts

... I felt my insides seize up in aesthetic revolt

... it makes me fairly pant with apathy

... well, haven't seen THAT before

... this is more boring than an activist gathering

... this video footage is making my brain melt. OMG it goes on for another 20mins.

... well that was mercifully short

... why do people perpetrate this shit

... this artist statement makes me want to draft my own will

... it hurts my eyes

... this sculpture has an aura of malevolence about it

... someone arrest this artist for aesthetic assault

... did I stumble onto some graduate show

... maybe the catalog will help me understand it

... at least the review will only be 800 words. The anecdote will already take up a third.

... everyone seems to love this. Is it just me?

... being truthful about this might get me fired.

... what would John Berger do to this painting?

... I will persevere through this artistic adversity.

... this installation is making me depressed

... ohhh. I'm getting that 'bad paintings' feeling again.

... phew. I need a scotch

... well people didn't understand Ulysses, either. Maybe I should try harder

... why do I keep going to these artist talks. They sure make me depressed

... I'm sure the quality-to-trash ratio is worse somewhere else

... if I have to look at another painting show I'll lose the will to live

... wanker

I guess I could go on forever. But I've already generated enough bad karma. I'm sure you enjoyed it too, bitches.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

OMG its done

ZZZZZZZZZZ.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Things on my desk

Drugged and wrecked by flu medication, fighting a deadline, I'm sure you won't begrudge me a little gratuitous descriptive fun, dear reader. And Georges Perec would forgive me too, because he did it first (and best) of course.

First of all, the desk. It's small, but dense; very tough because it's made of teak. It comes apart in a few places to enable easier transport. I put it next to the windows in my room, so that I can look out and see the neighbours' houses opposite - a soulless view. My desk is like a little cocoon filled with all manner of ingenious nooks and crannies. I feel very at home and work very well sitting here.

I have been writing intensely for a few days so I have built up a carapace of personal debris. Useful books are scattered at my feet like silent but faithful cats - Borges' essays, one by John Berger, numerous issues of Off The Edge and a reader from a course I did years ago in university, Traces Left in Cities. Oh, and a dictionary. Countless used tissues are proof of my sickness and bloom everywhere like awful germ-infested flowers. I have just made myself a coffee in a nondescript floral mug. Some typed out poetry that Newt sent me sits just above eye level and comforts me whenever I look up. John Montague: 'I'll tell you a sore truth, little understood/It's harder to leave, than to be left: To stay, to leave, both sting wrong./You will always have me to blame, Can dream we might have sailed on; From absence's rib, a warm fiction.'

I sometimes read that last word as 'friction'.

Off to one side is my eternal nemesis, my constant weakness: cigarettes, a lighter and a used ashtray.

The white cotton blinds are down, filtering the evening sun. It's one of my particularly terrible conceits to imagine them as the sails of a ship.

When I was in Bali I bought a type of hand-woven cloth in a rustic, checkered design. It is my new love and I wrap it around me sometimes when I work. It inspires and protects. Don't you love a basic article like fabric rendered precious and personal through artisan-ship? Here is this piece of cloth, made of threads, pulled from cotton, dyed in vats, time woven into the warp and weft. Flaws reaffirm from where it came. I love to know where things come from.

I'm writing about abandoned buildings. Two interesting ideas I have from Traces Left in Cities:

One, that these spaces are the places where the city has left. They present for us not only a critique, but an alternative. (Ignasi de Sola-Morales Rubio)

Two, that we are attracted to these spaces because they preserve for us that essential aspect of cities: heterodox multiplicities. (Michel de Certeau)

And with that, I think this is a good point to get back to my work.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Yeah guess who needs a witty yet erudite anecdote for her article

Isn't there some fable/myth/legend/fairy tale that silences a maiden by putting a flower in her mouth? Where did I read that...? A red rose, wasn't it? Something about a curse... all you get is flowers when you speak, or was it insects and toads... two ugly sisters... some evil gnome trapped his beard in the crack of tree...etc. Argh. I can't get a hold of it. Anyone?

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Versions

Hmm. Certainly prefer Gina Fairley's review of Selamat Datang ke Malaysia on Universes in Universe to the 'same-same but different' version that's been posted on Kakiseni. This one is much longer, and by turns apologetic and sharply pointed - inconsistent, IMHO. There was also a sobriety and professional distance in the Universes version that's sorely missing in this one, which is a bit self-pontificating:

'The only faux pas (and a pedantic one on my behalf) was using the derogatory term “cultural expo” to describe this contemporary survey. It was a serious, extremely professional presentation, right down to VWFA’s folders of support material on each artist. It had little to do with trade-show kitsch. Quiet the contrary; I am excited by this show as a collection of individual artists rather than an exposé of Malaysia Boleh. Maybe viewing it outside Malaysia allows one to engage with the work rather than the rhetoric?'

Why the difference in voice for different audiences/readers? (I.e. Universes = international audience, Kakiseni = Malaysian audience) They are not different essays - they are versions of each other as the new one has whole paragraphs lifted verbatim from the other. I confess to be puzzled and detect hints of a certain self-importance in the new version. It is also quite unbalanced, concentrating too much and too long on only a few works ('Pole Positions', Vincent's 'Run Malaysia Run' and Ise's lightboxes) without mentioning others - which she did in her other essay.

Maybe it's just me, but I smell a implicit wish to be slightly controversial and create 'comment' in the local scene for its own sake, something I personally don't appreciate.

Monday, August 20, 2007

The Great Merdeka Bake-off

BAKE-OFF #1
Selamat Datang ke Malaysia,
23 Aug - 15 Sept 2007, Valentine Willie Fine Art
OPENING: THIS WEDNESDAY, 22 AUG, 8PM - come for drinks and celebration!


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BAKE-OFF#2
50 Ways to Live in Malaysia
21 Aug - 30 Sept, Galeri Petronas
GRAND OPENING: MONDAY, 27 AUG, 5 - 7pm



This group exhibition of 50 Malaysian artists addressing the theme of 50 years of living in Malaysia gathers artworks made since 1957 by artists ranging from the pioneering modernists of the 60s to the emerging artists of today, with an emphasis on the works for their own sake and how they relate to the central theme. The exhibition paints a picture of modern Malaysia, inspired by sub-themes like the land, nature, society, communities, religion, politics, gender, architecture, leisure, food and historical events, both local and global, which have contributed to the way we think and feel as Malaysians.

Betta's exhortation: Since I have yet to learn how distasteful it is to blow one's own trumpet - you must go and see this! They requested a previous installation of mine ('Rise, rise, rise') to be in it, and I was quite unhappy at having to remake what I felt to be old (and stale) work - but after I finished installing, and then to see it in this well-curated exhibition, in that beautiful circular gallery, accompanied by works of far greater stature and quality - I am strangely moved, immensely humbled. It is a sentimental reaction to an admittedly rather sentimental show, and maybe that's why it feels special. For the longest time now, I haven't had that feeling that Malaysian art is important or meaningful in a big way - and walking around this exhibition gave me that oddly familiar tingle that I have been missing for so long. Remember to have a look and post me your comments! (Note that Galeri Petronas is closed on Mondays, chickies!) I'll put some images up when I get the chance.
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BAKE-OFF #3
Merdeka 50 - A Celebration of Malaysian Art
2 August 2007 - 16 September 2007
Islamic Arts Museum Malaysia (IAMM)



Perdana Leadership Foundation and Islamic Arts Museum Malaysia are proud to present "Merdeka 50 - A Celebration of Malaysian Art" - a spectacular assembly of sixty-seven Malaysian artists in commemoration of Malaysia's fiftieth year of Independence. Through their works of art in various media, these artists offer us their unique interpretation of "Merdeka" and their perspective of Malaysia's journey and progress as an independent nation.

Haven't seen this, but has a 'blockbuster' feel to it. Zedeck Siew writes his thoughts on the show (he seems somewhat underwhelmed, but tries to be generous) at Kakiseni.com. I will go, especially as I have a soft spot for the Islamic Arts Museum building.
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BAKE OFF#4
Bebas Lah - Malaysia @ 50
23 Aug - 9 Sept, The Annexe @ Central Market


'Lim Kit Siang', by Hishamuddin Rais
Image from kakiseni.com

Take a humourous look at our very earnest country, as four artists bebas (free) our minds by reimagining our favourite politicians, tourist attractions and social mores.

Curated by Valentine Willie, featuring the work of Liew Kung Yu, Eiffel Chong, Saiful Razman and Hishammudin Rais(!) Waitaminute - art can be funny? I will go, to see if they have got 'funny' right, instead of confusing 'humour' with 'cynical and nihilistic sense of irony'.
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BAKE-OFF#5
Ivan Lam: After all these years...
16 Aug - 12 Sept, Wei-Ling Gallery

I'll be the first to say Ivan Lam is personally one of my least favorite Malaysian painters, coming close behind Gan Siong King (I will note here that this is far from a critical assessment. This being my personal blog, I make strong distinctions between my personal tastes and more measured judgment based on art theory, art history and forcing my noodle-brain to actually do critical work, etc); and seeing an image of one the paintings in his latest show that is a sad appropriation of Damien Hirst's dot paintings fairly made me pant with apathy. But I have seen images of other the paintings and in spite of myself I am really intrigued, especially by this one:


'Heaven (Heaven Can't Wait)', 2007
Acrylic on canvas, 48" x 120"
Image from www.weiling-gallery.com


Like Ahmad Fuad Osman's work (also not in my personal tastes), the quality, freshness, and willingness to take a risk can't be denied. By the way, all the paintings are done with Nissan house paints. I will be going to see it, but really, was this sycophantic nonsense necessary when the Kakiseni.com editor put this show on the week's recommended list?: 'RECOMMENDED! Some paint Ivan Lam as an arrogant genius. Ivan Lam paints genius onto canvas. Isn't that what the art world lives for?' *Betta gags*

Also kudos to Wei-Ling Gallery for flying in the face of convention and not succumbing to Merdeka Madness.
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So much art. Feel glad my own show will miss this frenzy. But perhaps by then people will be too tired for anymore soul-searching and critical thinking. I will have to make fun the order of the day. (That's fine by me....)

One last thing, as far removed from Merdeka fever as a quiet cup of tea, so it is not considered a BAKE-OFF: Newty has finished her commissioned painting at last! It's quite gorgeous. Have at look at her latest post.

Betta ober n' out. It's headless chicken time, people....

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Filtered at Wei-Ling Gallery

Here is the latest review. Observe that I changed the closing paragraph. Written with claws in or out, you will have to judge. Some paragraphs I'm not entirely satisfied with, especially the one about writers 'critiquing' a show by writing about each art work separately. I'm still working through why that seems such a lazy and useless approach to me.


[Images from www.weiling-gallery.com: from Noor Azizan Rahman Paiman's Challenger series (2007)]

Like an old wives’ tale, the myth of the artist as hero and truth-bearer has been handed down to us, somewhat battered and transgressed upon, but stubborn in its perpetuity. It is a notion implicitly buried in Filtered, an exhibition at Wei-Ling Gallery that ‘aims to portray the ‘truth’ as seen through the eyes of Malaysia’s most cutting-edge artists’.

‘Truth’ is surely one of humanity’s more morally and ethically weighted words, especially in these pluralistic times of conflicting world views. One hesitates to use it without those quotation marks. That is why the premise of this exhibition is so intriguing: that of artists as filters, engaged in the act of filtering through the mass media’s infinite web of information.

Reflecting the show’s socio-political bent, a few artists draw imagery directly from topical events. Ise (Roslisham Ismail) does this most explicitly by reproducing a wanted poster featuring two Malaysians suspected of involvement in the 2002 Bali bombings. This work gains meaning when seen in light of the rest of Ise’s practice which makes extensive use of ready-made imagery. Taken on its own however, it seems utterly deadpan and somewhat lazy. Other artists use an allegorical approach to images, such as Marvin Chan’s commentary about hypocrisy in politics and the media, as well as J.Anu’s reflections on Indian cosmology and its influence on Indian identity.

There are some exceptional works. One of these is Zulklifli Yusof’s powerful abstract triptych Reformasi. Made in 1997, it reflects the tumultuous tone of a society rocked by the Asian economic crisis and the scandalous sacking of then deputy Prime Minister Anwar Ibrahim on charges of corruption and sodomy. Nor Azizan Paiman’s Challenger series is also excellent, juxtaposing quotes from various local politicians with a colorful cast of fantastical figures. Alluring and naughty, these works speak mischievously about the carnivalesque atmosphere of a government populated by characters that do grotesque and ridiculous things.

Ivan Lam’s work explores the paradox of artists capitalizing on socio-political situations for their own artistic and financial ends, whilst appearing to critique those situations. In Toil/VSOP, the text ‘artists like criminals are opportunists’ accompanies a painted scene of highway toll booths, obviously in reference to rising toll prices. This is the most self-reflexive work in Filtered, and in its own cynical way manages to ask: why listen to artists? What sets their voices apart from any other on the street, TV, radio, or in the newspapers?

On the whole, the works featured are fairly strong, sophisticated and resolved. Why then does the exhibition leave such a tepid impression? Once again, (and I seem to be singing this phrase like a sad refrain) the show’s great weakness is a lack of curatorial direction. Despite their individual quality, the works in Filtered do not converse with each other. The viewer is left with an exhibition of seemingly stand-alone paintings, each linked to the other not by the sinew of discourse, but by nothing more than a tenuous flavor of social engagement. This may explain why Hasnul J Saidon’s exhibition essay, although it begins by creating a critical discourse around the notion of ‘filtering’, proceeds to analyze each artwork in the show one by one, much as I have done above (albeit in a more limited capacity). When critics and writers resort to this sort of visual analysis that fits this square peg (artwork) into that square hole (curatorial theme), it hints at a solipsistic approach to art, in which art creates discourse that is relevant only to itself. It is an approach that seems antithetical to the self-reflexivity implied in an exhibition of ‘socio-political artworks’.

Moreover, Filtered appears to be a product-driven, not process-driven endeavor. The title hints at this. It is telling that the word used is neither filter, nor filtering, but filtered. A thing that has been filtered has already undergone a process. It bears some relation to its source (the unfiltered material), as well as the marks of the filtering process, but it is essentially a new thing, a new product. The artworks in the show are socio-political in nature – but that is neither here nor there. By strict definition all artworks are a product of the environment in which the artists find themselves in. Such an environment is invariably socio-political, even if it happened to consist of a blank white room. Filtered fails to provide a critical framework with which to interrogate how artists filter the socio-political. The artworks thus remain couched in an art-object idiom, presented as mere artifacts of artistic activity.

The late Redza Piyadasa (1939 – 2007) envisioned artists as having a defined and essential role to play in society. In his own words: ‘More thought should be given to the role of artists in public spaces – it is not about themselves and their puny phobias and insecurities, but about the artist as a social historian’.

The premise of this exhibition held so much potential for lively dialogue about how art, artists and society intersect. Its intention was full of the kind of critical tensions that create relevant and utilitarian discourse. It is therefore all the more disappointing that the viewer is merely left with the shallow observation that truth is relative and that artists simply represent different versions of it. We accept these ‘truths’ not because they are vigorous and challenging, but because we continue to believe in the myth of artists as heroes, blessed with insight beyond that of normal ken. Maybe it’s just easier that way.

This article will be published in next month's (Aug 07) issue of Off The Edge.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

00:15 Superstar review take 2



Here is the newly finished review for those of you whose interest lie in such things. I did indeed have to rewrite big chunks of it, due to a debilitating bout of self-censorship in my first attempt. I've been working hard on my habitual loquaciousness, keeping in mind the succint and precise writings of J.L. Borges and Paul Auster.

I left out a good deal, IMO. Warhol is one of my pet subjects - his ideas continue to be important today. But I wanted to add that he and the other pop artists never addressed how perceived ownership of images would come to represent a clash of civilizations - the sort of clash encapsulated in the controversy about caricatures of Prophet Mohammed published in a danish newspaper last year. To me, this is the next carriage in Warhol's train of thought - I'd like to see critics and artists leap on.

But art reviews are not about me. Well, sure they are, but at the end of the day I hold that my first responsibility is to the exhibition and the second is to the readers. I come in quite close to last on the list. I'm adverse to reviews that become a soapbox for some critic's unwritten Phd thesis. Almost adverse as I am to reviews that write about each artwork separately - with alot of description and visual analysis thrown in - that's first-year art history student stuff.

Right. *Claws retract*review begin:



Each year, in addition to the Rimbun Dahan Artist Residency, Hijjas Kasturi Associates sponsors Art for Nature, a charity exhibition in support of WWF. It features local (and occasionally one or two international) contemporary artists, each contributing work towards a specific theme.

Art for Nature has long been a highlight on the Malaysian art calendar. One of the reasons undoubtedly is that curator Laura Fan selects a theme each year that engages with contemporary issues. This lends topical focus to a show that, often with over 30 artists participating, also represents a comprehensive view of local contemporary art practice. Add in the feel-good factor of making, buying, selling and caring about art in the name of a good cause, and Art for Nature seems to be one of those events in which art both talks and walks the talk.

This year’s curatorial theme 00:15 Superstar takes its title and direction from pop artist Andy Warhol’s (1928 - 1987) infamous soundbite: “In the future, everyone will be world-famous for 15 minutes”. It also provides a fortuitous lens through which to reexamine the context surrounding Art for Nature as an exhibition with two separate agendas. On the one hand, it is a high-profile charity event attracting publicity for and due to the sale of artworks. On the other, as a curated exhibition of contemporary art, it is also meant to engage and challenge viewers’ perceptions.

The question is, how do these two agendas fit together, and what does this mean for the art-going public?

Let’s return to Warhol. Incidentally, the same week 00:15 Superstar opened, his 1963 work Green Car Crash from the Death and Disasters series sold at Christie’s for $71mill (RM 250mill), doubling its high estimate and smashing the previous record for a Warhol – a ‘mere’ $17mill (RM 58mill) for Mao, a portrait of China’s iconic leader. To say that his ideas about the influence of mass-produced imagery on all aspects of culture are more relevant than ever would be an understatement.

The fascinating thing about Warhol is that his works were never didactic, instead they are (and continue to be) self-prophetic. The Campbell’s Soup and Marilyn portraits are now so well-recognized that their image as artworks has become as trivial as the very images they’re made out of. The fact that they are also worth a mother-load of cash further supports his idea that all signs and images have become nothing but commodities – there to be manipulated and reproduced in countless ways.

00:15 Superstar is a hefty exhibition of 36 artworks from 33 artists. Some explore Warhol’s train of thought in the local context, such as the collages of Roslisham Ismail and Choy Chun Wei. Both artists use surface treatment of subject matter to reveal how the simple act of looking has lost its essential authenticity, hence value. Choy in particular reinvests this ‘bankruptcy of images’ into a dense new picture surface that reacquires (monetary and as well as other) value as an artwork.

Ahmad Fuad Osman takes these ideas further to question the relationship between celebrity, media and audience. His video Dreaming of Being a Somebody, Afraid of Being a Nobody consists of edited footage from the ‘contestants search’ segment of Akademi Fantasia, Malaysia’s version of American Idol. His cut reveals the staged nature of AF as a spectacle orchestrated by industry executives – a spectacle that poignantly (and rather hysterically) means so much to the contestants when they are finally informed of their success. Fuad’s use of ready-made footage with (apparently) minimal handling seems tediously deadpan, but this uncompromising lack of an ‘artistic signature’ takes away the comfort of viewing the 16min video as an artwork. Fuad’s work denies its audience a socially-inclined moral punch-line, and the viewer remains a shallow, passive consumer of media products, just as he or she does in real life.

In contrast, many artworks in 00:15 Superstar occupy a space in which images continue to be invested with cultural meaning and significance. For example, Bayu Utomo Rajjikin’s profile of a melancholic Malay warrior overlaid with Arabic text, Anurendra Jegadeva’s portrait of an Indian couple with a Hindu god between them, and Jalaini Abu Hassan’s prowling tiger in Harimau Malaya are meant to be read as far more than empty signifiers. These works sit incongruously beside those that question the value and meaning that we place in visual symbols.

It seems fait accompli to say that each artist has taken a different approach in 00:15 Superstar. Technically, all the artworks ‘fit in’ (not difficult as most works of visual art tend to consist of visual signifiers), but it is the uneven level of engagement with the curatorial theme that is the exhibition’s greatest weakness. For example, any but the most dogged viewer would be hard-pressed to draw connections between Wong Perng Fey’s abstract landscape Yellow and Umibaizurah Mahir’s lovely ceramics to questions about celebrity and mass media. This is not to suggest that works are in any way inferior because of this. But their inclusion inevitably diminishes both the intrinsic strengths of these individual artworks, as well as the conceptual strength of the exhibition.

Most of the works in 00:15 Superstar relate to the theme, but strangely, not to each other. In terms of being a coherent, challenging exhibition, the curatorial process needs to be more stringent. But one is also aware that Art for Nature is straddled between the need to be rigorously engaging on the one hand, and imminently marketable/saleable on the other. It is possible that one agenda can only be pushed at the sacrifice of the other. In a group show of this size, can a symbiotic relationship be formed between conceptual rigor and salability?

One speculates that the lack of the presence of public art institutions has led to exhibitions like Art for Nature (and other private institutions) taking on more of a role in providing engaging art experiences to the public, rather than focusing on the commercial business of art. Art for Nature could well have been an auction of established names in which the non-collecting art audience had little or no stake. Perhaps one of the few unforeseen positive spin-offs to having Balai (National Art Gallery) missing in action is the growing presence of ‘symbiont’ shows and spaces that are both commercial as well as audience-centric. This in turn might lead to the slow (oh ever so slow!) change in perception of what sort of art is considered saleable. Video art next to that painting in your house, anyone?


This review will be published in next month's (July 07) issue of Off The Edge.

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

The self-censor's dilemma

Everytime I write a review I think I have overcome my old demon, but in actual fact it manifests in different forms, and I don't catch it until I'm about 800 words in and am wondering why the closing paragraph is so excruciatingly hard to come by. It occurs then that the 'review' is a sham and I must write it all again, which although will be a massively satisfying undertaking and will probably come out 'right', is also very time consuming and mentally exhausting. I don't know why I ignore my instincts until the very end, as if I can write one thing in my blog about a show and then another in a magazine. *Extreme self-vexation* As if in the attempt to rephrase and un-catty-fy 'empty exercise' and 'vaccous enterprise', some guilt complex kicks in and I go the other extreme to neuter any opinion I might have. Stupid stupid fear and stupid stupid need to be liked universally. Sometimes I see my 'invisible' teachers like Borges standing over me with a whipping stick and a look of complete disdain on their faces...

The grasshopper is still learning... >_<