Sigh.. it's official. I miss Dazz. :( Usually she'd be the one who'd message me that there's MNG/topshop/CK/Fox/etc sale going on and attempt to drag me out of my cozy little bed early in the morning to join in the BIG SALE. Although more often than not we end up not buying anything. However, I miss that Singaporean streak in her that make me roll my eyes like there's no tomorrow. The fellowship we have is really God given and absolutely priceless. So dazz, if you're reading this, stop looking at all the british guys and think of me.


Miss you dearie :( COME BACKKKKKKKK

Just to share some experiences and memories when i was in Japan for holiday. WhOOO!!!! Headed down to Tokyo and Hakone.
One of the major highlight was visiting MUSEUMS!!!!!!!!!! Yes, imagine me going wild.
1) Hakone Open Air Museum
2) Shijuku Art Museum
3) Ghibli Museum
4) Toy Museum

Hakone Open Air Museum was jaw dropping! Saw Piccaso, Henry Moore, Alberto Giacometti and Brauncusi's work!! Last year as I studied these artists, I developed a relationship with them. Loved some. Hated others. Then there were times whereby i had a love-hate relationship with their works. Or probably what some people on facebook would put their relationship as "it's complicated". Being able to witness the works that i studied, and even wrote about gave me very fresh perspectives, feelings and thoughts about it. For example, I used to think Henry Moore's work was quite interesting, until I came to see works after works after works of his. Exhibit overload. Suddenly, my ability to appreciate his works faded and thoughts like "can't this guy get over his obsession over this subject matter?!?!"

Then it dawned on me that while this guy couldn't get over his obsession over reclining figures, human figure, and child, for a very long time I was stuck and caught up in my mini obsession for my video art. Honestly, when i embarked on writing a script for another work, it wasn't very purposeful. Merely writing because I couldn't find closure to my first project. Feelings of disorientation, strange as it sounds, was what pushed me to write. One day after returning back from japan, I searched high and low for my discs and attempted to rewatch them. Have i matured? Have my expectations rised? Dear me scared herself watching her own art. This must certainly be the joke of the century. Although i remember my lines very clearly still and the scene that was going to happen next, i couldn't help but had this sense of being vacuous. My discs have been shelved. Plans are going to change. *anticipates what is going to happen*

Anyway... to get back to what i was saying, when i was at the Hakone Open Air Museum, I completely understood what they mean by the importance of the work and the relation it has with the surroundings. Majority of the sculptures were displayed outdoors. The works braved the storm, the snow, the sun, the rain, the earthquake, the falling leaves and petals. All i could do was stand in awe especially when i saw this work entitiled "God's hand"(pictures would be posted at a later date). Often we see works framed and displayed on walls after walls or sculptures placed on pedestals. Period. At this museum, everything came together; the name of the work made sense and the placement reinforced the theme and the feelings the work were intended to evoke. Brilliant.

2 years back, I wanted to be a curator. Some of the response i garnered from praciticing and non practicing art pals were these
"there's no prospects for curators in Singapore"
"it's by volunteer, you won't get paid. If you do, it'd be minimal"
"be practical. do it as a side line"
"aren't all works displayed the same way?"

Upon hearing these incessant 2 cents worth, i scrapped that thought and went on to plan B. Yet lo and behold that during this trip, my dream to be a curator was reignited!!!! The curator holds the most important job in the museum(personal opinion) because as we all know that no photography is allowed. Museums should retain that policy reason being a visit to the museum should be one that can be replayed in one's memory, the walk along the aisles, the images that retained in our brain, the fresh feelings...All of which cannot be truly captured even with a DSLR camera. Each visit at the museum left me smiling and how i wished the fantasy magical world in which i've read about in books were true-the floo network, teleportation so that dear ones of mine could witness this too!

Well, i'd end off now. Shall go out for some fresh air. Mental block :(
I went to the library. Research papers in hand. key ideas written. Yet, the essay looks pathetic and lacking, and i planned to submit it tonight so that tomorrow i can just give them a call tomorrow.
ARRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!