That day, when we were setting up the artist’s work at the museum and it was a video installation piece. The idea of drilling, being particular about the exact framing and position, the quality of the videos etc, brought back really bitter sweet memories of doing art during A levels.

It seemed to me that whoever does video installation, the video have problem no matter what. It drives me nuts. And this time the frustration was double because it is not my own work...I cannot possibly just toss everything in one corner and sit in one corner to emo for a while. The most is 3 minutes of slumping your tired body there and then on the floor and then getting up with this new wave of optimism and excitement that we will make it work.

So crazy.

In my college days, I attempted to write a higher paper for Art. The discussion often went back to the definition of art. In this time and age where technology evades our lifestyle, how can technology be dislocated from art?

That day, aflter a hectic day of setting up tone exhibit, tired as I am, my mind wondered who is the artist? What is an artist?

The one who conceptualize a work? THe one who executes it? The one who did the research? The one who did the editing? The one who thought of the idea? How does one lay claim to something? The thing is, art is always inspired by something. It could be an object, someone, a dream, or even another work. I believe that an art work can never be finished. It can be done. But it is never finished.

My observation of the artists, and even my personal memory of when I did art was that the artist will never be satisfied with the work. If he could work on it every minute, every second, everyday, there will be changes. Sometimes the change is major. Sometimes it is minor. Sometimes it seems like the artist is bordering towards having OCD, but hey, I guess it is part of the human nature; just like how you never completely get over a relationship until you see the other party moving on.

In a way, i guess the struggle of being an artist is finding closure. The exhibit may run for a span of time in a country, but the work travels and each country or new festival becomes a window for them to make changes, to fill that gap of dissatisfaction with the previous work.


I thank God for a pretty decent internship (so far), and even though I wish that I could do more, I think that I had one of the better experience.

For all I know, I am grown a little more optimistic. HAHAHA.