Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Ellen Degeneres @ Oscar 2007


Ellen Degeneres is so funny, I can die. These quotes set me LOL in an empty cafe, at 6.30am.

1. 'If there weren't blacks, Jews and gays, there would be no Oscars. Or anyone named Oscar, if you think about that'

2. 'I think there are even a few Americans - I'm talking about the seat fillers. No one fills a seat like an American' Degeneres noting the many foreign nominees this year

3. 'Let that be a lesson to you kids out there: Aim lower' Degeneres on how it had been her dream to be host for the Oscars, rather than to win one

Nothing better than a good dose of sarcasm on a Tuesday morning. You got me there Ms. D, my #9 life-must-do list, meeting you.

Friday, February 16, 2007

DETOUR review

1. The plot was interesting, the ending was abrupt. It left me dissatisfied and I wanted more.
2. I like the mood. Is that what they call cinematography work well-done?
3. A few charming moments which made me smile.

Overall, the film’s imperfection was perfect for me. It makes me imagine how else I could improve it and that’s better than not knowing what to do with it at all.

Moving on, I find the critique session even more amusing than the screening itself.
I learnt something productive that I’m compelled to share for the benefit of my budding filmmies out there.

BE PREPARED WITH 4 TYPES OF QUESTIONS IN YOUR NEXT SCREENING!

1. Questions that makes anal-tical sense
Audience: I noticed Zarul (the thief) runs with a limp yet he is consistently 100m ahead of Isaac. In a chase, how can a limping man run faster at a consistent 100m gap than a regular person?

(Me: Wow! That’s Carl-zeiss x 100. An acute observation that makes total sense but how is this comment be conducive to the director’s next film, I wonder?)

2. Questions that provokes the crew’s defense mechanism
Audience: Hello, I’m A, it’s my first time to this kinda thing. I find the film didn’t flow well? (This is a short-version of a long-winding question)
Moderator: Don’t expect a Hollywood production.
Director: Like I said, this is an experiment.

(Me: This guy is the only courteous one who bothered to stand up, introduced himself, being apologetic for his non-fluency in indie films before starting a long-winding question of just 1 point – the flow just ain’t right. His innocence was shot down by the moderator. Sigh.)

3. Questions that should never exist. (Answers too!)
Audience: Can you apply this film to another city? (Referring to the film’s reliance on Chinatown and backlanes of Changkat Bukit Bintang and “Malay” actors)
Director: We didn’t intend to paint the city as KL. If you notice, we didn’t use any identifiable Malaysian landmarks like KL Tower or KLCC. (But in fact, the film opens to 50th Malaysia Cermelang ad on the LRT body)

(Me: When has location becomes the central discussion of a film? Human stories are universal and characters can live in Paris as well as in KL. You could have answer it this way, Jass. Or not answer it at all.)

4. Question the meaning of everything, including the existence of a prop.
Audience: Is the yellow cap symbolic?
I couldn’t remember what the answer was but this question bugs me. For a 20-min film with a measly budget, my answer would be NO. The cap is not symbolic. We just don’t have enough money for wardrobe change.

(Ok, my bad. It was an imaginary question. According to source, it wasn’t about a yellow cap but of another insignificant prop)

Here you go, a little amusement written from my vantage point that night. Jass, Gavin, I already imagine you vetting yes-no-yes-no as you read each line, but take a break, will ya? I’m only a backseat audience so I’m expecting you to forgive me for any ‘inaccuracy’ and ‘injustice’ here.

Cheers, all the best in the year of Pork Chops.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Habits to kick for 07

In the midst of a looming deadline, I can't help but to take 5 and review some nasty habits to kick for 07 (doesn't mean it wouldn't re-suffice in 08).

A typical conversation with my boss.
Like now?

Geez, I got to get out of here. Jurassic line printer is rhyming my ears and making me sick!

Thursday, February 08, 2007

DETOUR at Central Market, 13/02 @ 8pm

Finally, the long-awaited non-oscar jewel.

Official screening:
13th of February 2007 @ The Annexe, Central Market, KL (It's at the end, same block as Liquid, Disco) All is welcome, apparently.

Gavin is keeping it mums so I don't have much to say about this film. Save our comments for later, ya?

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Wheel Love

Look out for the wackiest guerillas in town, and they are all about being mobile.

Friday, February 02, 2007

Yet another kind day

The weather is especially kind this morning. It is 8AM on a Friday working morning, and here am I, typing away with my first Luckies. Unlike other regular Fridays when I will still be in slumber, the first thing that came to mind was a freshly written draft – a thank-you note to a friend (yet another one).

She is quite underrated on my priority list of hang-out friends but nevertheless, a friend who’d seen me through shit and glories for the last 15 years.

She is one of the rare few who truly get it:

She understands my way of life and why it needs to be as such that differs from the rest. Now on, I’ll make an effort to pick up my calls and not disappear for months to show up again like it was yesterday.

She knows I’m accident-prone and doesn’t make a big fuss out of my misfortunes. Instead, she sternly tells me to ‘just be a little bit more careful’ AKA ‘be in this world’

She submits to my whims and fancies, from places to go, the food to eat and the music to be. Now on, I promise I’ll not burn you the music that I like, but the music that you like.

She keeps my deepest darkest secret and hold on to it like it is sacred.

She told me to open up and cry whenever I feel like and I took on that privilege ever since.

And most importantly, I listen to her. (Friends out there would know my genetic make-up to be one hell of a stubborn girl who needs to have her last words).

So, this respect and gratitude is way overdue but as the clichés always get it right, it’s better late than never.

Yian, I remember that you asked for me to write you a poem on my 21st birthday. I made a mental note to do so, but never got it right. You asked me again recently, on the Air Asia plane, and this time, you made it easier by noting what you want to feel.

I got my ass moving with a mental sketch and here is the proof. But it wasn’t sincere enough for me to present, as it still sounded aloof.

So, here am I to tell the world today, I will always remember everything you did or say. And please let me plan your wedding, I promise it’ll be a haven that you’ve always pray.

Today was especially kind (1/2/07)

It’s been a pretty productive day actually. I slept till 6 (the evening), and in-between, woke up for an hour or 2 to write a poem about a new found friend.

I guess life takes place better in our sleep. In fact, it feels more of an Ethiopian-state than being awake. I have developed a strange preference for sleep-to-live than the usual way. Except today, I feel exceptionally conscious about this preferred state-of-mind. And no, it is not weird, wired nor warped as you might think. (I read an article once about the hobby of sleeping-in, and discovered a surprising fact - sleeping-in is one of the top list of things-to-do on dates)

Anyways, getting back to the point, I want to list out why today has been especially kind to me.

The weather is unusually good. It felt like early Minneapolis summer.

I had drunken-fun the night before, with my best buddies in the world.

I manage to write something light that I actually like at an oddest time. (To writers out there, you know how it feels)

I realize that there are still real people in my realm and being very thankful for it

A good conversation with an old and a new friend over dinner at (yet again another pleasant discovery!) a nicely-ambient forest-like place not faraway from my home. It felt so comfortable that I made an impulse call to another friend whom I’ve deferred for the past 2 months, and also a mental note to go again to write.

From conversations and a series of fortunate realizations come new discoveries, naturally - One of it, A Pre-punk history for the Pro-punk world, the other, an invitation to the private screening of my friend’s film. Long awaited, ahem.

I’m actually thinking about somebody and feeling sweet about it, at the same time, thought of another person without feeling bitter.

If I may conclude without sounding boastful or assuming, 2007 did kick-off well.

I wonder how many more months would God grant me this state-of-bliss? And if you are out there, God, please continue to surround me with this moment of peace.

I promise to be a very good girl and drink my coffee with lesser sugar.

(Y)amen.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Hats down

I’m so compelled to write this for V6
So please tell me that I got the right mix
He’s a super duper kick-ass man!
Through the eyes of a kick ass super duper fan

V6 is the one, if you gals are looking more than just fun.
I must admit, my first impression of him wasn’t too favorable
However, that was 2 years ago, so it’s not even accountable
He’d proven that all the clichés are right,
Hey, down right to those who dare to fight
Metro sexual sensitive new age guy,
He is so rare, even your money can’t buy

No please, this is not a classified ad.
It is my tribute to the man and tell my gals,
V6 is the greatest catch!

Vodka, 6 more please! HAHA.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Sunday, January 28, 2007

Work-in-progress

I always believe questions happened for a reason. And last Fri afternoon, it did.
I replied a painter friend with a questioning statement - why I feel more than I think? On Fri evening, another dear friend gave me the answer.What a wonderful life it is. Answers coming to our doorsteps. Thank you.

On 26/1/07, at 2:21PM
Hello Ben,
I'm only honest to friends.
Jan 15 post is not about you. So, be happy.

You aptly described my imagination of a series and that involves the nasty tedious process you mentioned. You have to trust what I say, sometimes. I don't paint but it doesn't mean I can't feel what a painter feels. I don't own a business but it doesn't mean I don't have the left-braincells to tell you what makes a people tick. Trust me on this. I'm making a living out of it. :-)

I don't mean to kill the rationales literally. The Analog paintings give me the impression that you were calm while doing it. Am I right?Again, a feeling. I have no idea why I feel more than I think.I'm not ready to post our discussions on the blog yet. There's some "sacredness" to it which makes me uncomfortable - between us and the topic.
- Ade

On 24/1/07
You've never been one to cover up your real feelings. I looked at your blog today and saw the photos of your exhibition and the comments. I wish the photos were bigger because I still don't quite grasp what it was all about. I also noticed your entry for January 15th and felt like it was directed at me. If it wasn't, forget it, but if it was, it doesn't make me very happy.

I like the way the 'Analog Painting' turned out, but I don't know what the purpose would be in making a series of them. What do three or four of those paintings say that one doesn't? They'd all look the same, and changing the colors would just be a superficial move in order to make a series. One idea I had about a year ago that would make sense as a series was to use the same taping-off-lines strategy, but making the piece a true analog by taking a real piece of music and transcribing it through color into a painting. For instance, each note of music would have a corresponding color, and each time that note occured in the music, a line would be made with that color. The first line at the top of the painting would be the beginning of the piece of music, and the bottom would be the end, and in between would be the progress of the whole piece transcribed into colored lines according to the notes or ranges of sound. A series of those paintings would make sense because you could make a piece for God knows how many songs and pieces of music. There are two large obstacles in executing that kind of thing. One is that I can't read music, nor do I know anything about recognizing notes, tuning or pitch when listening. My connection to music is an emotional one, not the connection a musician has who appreciates technical virtuosity and perfection. That's why I made the analog painting - to celebrate the romance of the 'sound' - not the music. The other obstacle is that the first analog painting took eight months to complete and each successive one would take just as long. The reason it takes so long is that I can only make a new line when the one before it has dried. I can't put tape on a line that's still wet. The rationales will not be killed, because this isn't 1950 anymore when artists could throw paint on a canvas and call it meaningful and be exhibited. That was the modern age, and this is the post-modern. Whether an artist wants to be a part of it or not, it is, and they belong to it. You can't ask an audience to erase fifty years of art from their minds at the door. Technique has been mastered in all its permutations, and all that's left to be explored is content and ideas. That's where art lost the common person - when it became something that people had to think about instead of an exercise in technique. People want art to be easy, but it's not. You don't go into a genetics lab and expect to understand what they're doing, but if you spend the time to research chemistry and science, you'll begin to understand it. With art, people expect magic. They expect to look at something and immediately know everything about it, and they want that 'everything' to be something agreeable. That's not how art works though. It's like any other field of expertise - it requires some work on the part of the viewer to achieve understanding. An artist who doesn't know what to say HAS nothing to say. Ideas are the only currency in contemporary art and it's never going to change from here on out. That doesn't mean art has to be cold and clinical and void of feeling - artists just need to be in control of what they do. My work is all about romance. Not in a man-woman way, but in the longing for something gone by or just something 'better'. It's a reaction against the predictable and the common and the 'wrong'. It sometimes asks for pity, and it's also about martyrdom and standing up for what you believe in the face of long odds.
-Ben


On 23/1/07
Ben
You can direct your mails to this address. It's more convenient for me to use the office account than hotmail.If you've read my latest blog entry, you'll know that we are living in parallel lines with my recent exhibition and your analog paintings. Such coincidence.

I took an excerpt from your mail to reply my friend who masterminded the cassettes. I hope you don't mind. Check out the Comment section under "the making of [O=O].I like the bigger piece of the analog paintings. The distortion and disproportionate waves disturb my vision, makes me uneasy. I suspect it'll have a bigger impact if i see the actual scale. The bigness may kill me - I want this one! You can extend this analog into a series. Music and painting are your 2 greatest interests - you have a lot of stories to tell through it. Please do it.


Yes, I recognize the Broken Tree from the last mail. I like it but I wouldn't hang it in my room. It feels commercialize, like the ones you find at IKEA (google it if you don't know). You experimented well - the one-color litho definitely tells the story better. I like the inversed one, both the colors and the fact that the position feels odd.Dead tree is amateurish to me. I don't like it. I don't like the subject matter too.You are in your paintings. Kill the rationales, but I can feel your calmness in some paintings better than others. You were at peace while painting the analogues. Tell me if I'm wrong.- Ade

On 21/1/07
Here are some more recent paintings of mine. The images were taken with a digital camera, so they don't look as good as if they were proper slides. The 'Analog Painting' is a big piece (4'x4') that took me eight months to finish. The idea behind it was that I wanted to make a painting that celebrated analog sound, which is the reel-to-reel tape method that sound and music was recorded before digital technology. I like the warmth and the imperfections in analog sound much more than digital, so I wanted to figure out a way to show that in paint. I came up with the idea of taping off thin lines of paint, starting from the top, and for each line I sealed the tape tight on the top edge and left the bottom edge a little loose so that paint would leak a little when I brushed it on. I wanted the lines to be really thin so that the leaks would show up more and be wider than the lines, thereby highlighting the imperfections. When I finished each line, I figured out what place in the line bled the lowest on the surface and started the next line from there. You can see this in the detail image. As a finished piece, the lines kind of cancel each other out and the bleeds and spaces are what you see, i.e. the representation and celebration of imperfect sound. You'll recognize the image in the 'Broken Tree' (these are not official titles) paintings. I didn't like the crispness and modern colors of the piece I made before with this image, so I decided to remake it using one-color lithography. I wanted the image to look like a really early 1840s photograph/daguerrotype where you can still see evidence of chemicals in the photographic process. However, the image is not a photographic image, and that's my way of validating my aesthetic - by making it look like it was recorded in time. There's a gold sheen on the surface of the two pieces - especially the first -that you can't really see in the images I sent.

The 'Dead Tree' piece is another piece where I used the one-hole-punched photographs of tree leaves as a representation of a processed environment. In my body of work as a whole, these circles of foliage have come to represent all that I don't like or disagree with in the world. Basically, it represents mankind's hand in the world, which I mistrust. So, in this piece, among this processed environment sprouts a romantic-looking tree from a romantic floral embellishment in the border and the tree has died after being exposed to the processed environment.

Later, Ben.

Thursday, January 25, 2007

Be counted on Jan 27


George W Bush wants to pour more petrol on the fires burning in Iraq. His new policy there is MILITARY ESCALATION, with no end in sight. The newly elected US Congress could stop this madness. Last week Avaaz launched an immediate campaign to let them hear from global voices. Over 45,000 voices and an ad was placed in "Roll Call", an influential political paper sent to every member of Congress. They may just get the guts to stop Bush. But there’s more to do to make this tide irresistible.

On Saturday 27 January the US peace movement will be reborn with a big march on their capital of Washington DC. The vast majority of Americans finally oppose escalation. Let’s add our voices to their protest – let’s hold a global internet march in the coming days. People will carry banners and placards at the DC march on Saturday - showing how many people from each country have come out to join them.

We have a voice. Let’s use it. The US-led coalition forces and the Iraqi government are part of the problem, sending tens of thousands more American troops will only fan the flames of this conflict, and it’s endangering us all. It’s time to demand a real plan to end the war.

Add your name to the petition and join the march. Tell your friends before Saturday, and make the number on your country’s placard big! http://www.avaaz.org/en/global_peace_march/now.php

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Epiphany

I saw a shooting star tonight
It bestilled me an eerie fright
It was straight and clear and hard to miss
But the message from that flash was this:

Your life here will soon be done
By hideous means and on the run
Soon, when your day is through
A hippo will escape the zoo

He’ll trample near, your eyes will meet
He’ll track you down on thirteen street
He’ll smoosh you to a bloody mess
He’ll walk away and care no less

So I look up at the sky and cry
And sob and pout and wonder why
I see the clouds and nothing more
T’was not a star I saw before!