National Gallery Of Singapore


I didn’t actually go there. Or rather, I went inside the foyer, but because of an impending airplane back to Thailand, didn’t actually visit the galleries.

But nonetheless, I was excited by this article on the National Gallery.

Notably, that the author said that museum ‘indicates a strong belief in culture holding its own rather than it serving as a sub-branch of tourism.’

This was something that I felt myself while over there – that the nation felt that the arts were a critical part of the small country’s identity going forward (possibly because, lacking a lengthy national history, the arts become a way to build a national culture and support a national identity).

Asian Civilizations Museum – Singapore


This museum really should be a ‘must visit,’ if you should be visiting Singapore. I’m not saying: ‘go to Singapore right, solely because of the presence of this museum.’ No, I’m just saying that if you happen to be in Singapore and you don’t stop by, you are probably a horrible human being. That’s all.

The collection is wide and varied and while not every single culture in Southeast Asian can be represented, nor every culture represented equally (in terms of space and available collection), but I can’t think of single, culture (or civilization) specific exhibit that gave its subject short shrift. As you might expect from an island nation, island and sea-going cultures were widely represented, as was the influence of ever present Buddhism.

They also had the most wonderful exhibit on a medieval, Middle Eastern trading ship. It had carried a cargo of goods from the Mediterranean to China and then loaded up on Chinese porcelain to take back, but had sunk on that return voyage.


  
  

Ceramics & Alpacas


On our way to visit an alpaca farm (long story), we stopped at the craziest ceramics factory. They had a big yard that was a Tim Burton-esque wonderland (though his Alice in Wonderland movie; that sucked; I mean good Tim Burton).

Inside the large warehouse itself, people were busy making stools, tables, pots, jars, and more, decorating them all by hand.

Later, an alpaca chased my better half around.

 

  
    
    
    
   

H Gallery


  
We visited a couple of small galleries in Bangkok, but the H Gallery was the one that blew me away. They had works on display by Jakkai Siributr (a Thai artist) and Sopheap Pich (a Cambodian artist) downstairs and some large paintings by a third artist (whose name I forget upstairs).

Pich’s work (which is what you’re seeing in the picture). Her wall-hanging constructions of bamboo, rattan, burlap, natural and artificial pigments, damar resin, beeswax, and metal wire struck me very powerfully. Siributr’s tapestries, incorporating the small, stone Buddha amulets that you can find for sale next to any wat were very attractive, but only intermittently affecting.

Midweek Staff Meeting – I Saw That!


6-F1903.309-768x411So, I finally got around to seeing this amazing Sotatsu exhibit at the Sackler. It’s around until Sunday, so go see it!

This is super awesome: century old audio recordings of Guillaume Appolinaire!

Whatever he chooses to write about, David Brooks is always hilariously wrong.

 

‘Art Theory: A Very Short Introduction’


9780192804631My father gifted me this book just before I left for Thailand – a fortuitous thing, because lightweight (physically speaking), thin and interesting are very important for something that has to be carried around for an extended period of time and compete with clothes, meds, and tchotchkes for space.

The author came it the subject from the perspective of a philosopher and quickly moved into a fairly spirited defense of conceptual and avant-garde art, which, as an appreciator of conceptual and avant-garde art, I appreciated.

The place where she lost was in talking about film, which is odd, because she has, apparently, written a book on film studies. She totally missed that Starship Troopers is a biting and vicious satire. She also got The Matrix wrong, but I tend to think that movie is overrated – less an intellectual achievement than fine popcorn actioner that figured out how to use Keanu Reeves limited, but still excellent talents (when properly harnessed).

Church Of The Assumption, Bangkok, Thailand


My sister took me here for New Year’s Day… some light for the soul.  
 

A Gift


My father gave me this book for my trip to Thailand: lightweight and interesting.

  

Monday Morning Staff Meeting – Somebody’s Got A Crush


Art loves poetry. Or manipulates the idea of poetry. Or appropriates. Poets still get no respect.

Better business through literature.

Mean writers.

Weekend Reading – Potluck


The only reason for putting ‘potluck’ in the title is that today is the annual office holiday potluck party. You’re not invited. Probably. Unless you work with me. Which you probably don’t. Statistically, it’s very unlikely.

The pro-capitalist, anti-communist origins of MFA programs in creative writing.

It’s time for those end of year, ‘best of’ lists. And some of them are about poetry! Not lists by me, though. Not that I haven’t read a lot of poetry this year, because I have, at least compared to the average person, who probably reads none in a year, but more that I’m still catching up on the greatest hits of the nineteenth century (it might have been last year that I read him, but you should totally check out the mostly crazy, but sweet English pastoral poet, John Clare). Fortunately, The Guardian, over in merry old England, actually pays attention to poetry. So they did a top ten list that is probably worth looking over.

The poet on art.