Malaysian art now - National Art Gallery
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ARTIST IN RESIDENCY<br />
<strong>Malaysian</strong> <strong>art</strong>ist, Marvin Chan,<br />
the alternate for the Freeman<br />
Foundation Asian <strong>Art</strong>ists’<br />
Fellowship 2010, was awarded<br />
the alternates grant by the<br />
Vermont Studio Center in May<br />
2010.<br />
This thriving <strong>art</strong>ist community<br />
is a melting pot for <strong>art</strong>ists and<br />
writers from around the world<br />
to explore and develop their<br />
work. Bringing back with him,<br />
in his bundle of experience,<br />
are pieces he constructed<br />
representing the people and the<br />
place. In this <strong>art</strong>icle is a piece<br />
he wrote refl ecting the subtle<br />
changes surrounding his journey<br />
from what he knew to what he<br />
realized.<br />
This being his fi rst time in the<br />
US, made him look at things<br />
differently, bent on making the<br />
best of this opportunity to go<br />
beyond the confi nes of what<br />
he already knew, he set himself<br />
free to the unpredictability of<br />
the medium instead of focusing<br />
on a controlled process. As<br />
he became more aware of<br />
the different environment, It is<br />
interesting to see how he is able<br />
to react and reinvent the way<br />
he makes his <strong>art</strong> and capture<br />
‘meaning’ in a refreshing<br />
aspect.<br />
In his own words, these works<br />
are a combination of painting,<br />
recycled materials and found<br />
objects which I put together<br />
to portray the people I met. I<br />
use the packaging from the<br />
things they use or consume,<br />
I sometimes supplement the<br />
work with found objects to<br />
underscore an aspect or a story<br />
of the person. I did these in<br />
Vermont studio center to make<br />
a cumulative representation of<br />
the <strong>art</strong>ist community there.<br />
What process can teach us<br />
I see my self<br />
In the mirror,<br />
I see my self<br />
In the people,<br />
I speak the same language<br />
But not the same meaning,<br />
I am not,<br />
but I am<br />
A table which I made into a ‘life’ to ‘painting/collage’<br />
interfacing device<br />
otherwise called a palette. THE<br />
I displaced my self<br />
and <strong>now</strong> I see<br />
I am standing in klia,<br />
waving to my wife,<br />
I walk further<br />
into the glass enclave,<br />
still waving to my wife.<br />
I do not k<strong>now</strong><br />
what to expect<br />
nor what is<br />
really<br />
expected of me.<br />
All I k<strong>now</strong> is trepidation.<br />
The fl ight<br />
will reach Hongkong<br />
in three hours.<br />
I am relieved.<br />
Only three hours from home.<br />
I am in khai tak airport.<br />
I am three hours<br />
away from home.<br />
I call jessica.<br />
Five hours later.<br />
the fl ight attendant waves to<br />
show<br />
the nearest exits and<br />
demonstrates<br />
how to put on a lifejacket.<br />
This will be the second time<br />
today.<br />
It looks bleak.<br />
The cabin jitter<br />
is brought to a crescendo<br />
by a chorus of screaming<br />
engines,<br />
the plane peels<br />
away from the tarmac,<br />
pulling me<br />
further<br />
away<br />
from what I k<strong>now</strong>.<br />
A carpet of clouds,<br />
a cough<br />
wheeze<br />
the smell<br />
COUNSEL of STRANGERS l Marvin Chan<br />
Portrait of Victor Castro from Mexico.<br />
I used the Whisky bottle we were drinking from,<br />
after work of course.<br />
of airline food<br />
punctuate my melancholia,<br />
I am starving.<br />
15 hours<br />
I am in JFK airport,<br />
it looks strangely similar<br />
to the old Subang airport,<br />
swiftlets glide<br />
past tarpaulin sheets<br />
stuck to the ceiling<br />
joined to plastic tubes.<br />
that hang downwards to...<br />
somewhere<br />
stains pepper the carpet,<br />
and immigration offi cers<br />
pepper the crowd.<br />
they scowl<br />
scrutinize<br />
and direct<br />
I am greeted by<br />
a stoic looking<br />
Latin-American<br />
immigration offi cer,<br />
he stokes my intention<br />
on why I am here for a month.<br />
So I answered him<br />
I couldn’t stay for two months.<br />
He was perplexed by my<br />
answer,<br />
I wanted to sleep.<br />
5am,<br />
a beeping<br />
sound yanks me<br />
from my cocoon,<br />
the cold<br />
New York wind<br />
bites.<br />
I am on my way<br />
to burlington.<br />
We were piled into an airplane<br />
no bigger than a bus.<br />
the fl ight attendant<br />
did her ritual<br />
and then the seats shook,<br />
the e<strong>art</strong>h pulled away like a shy<br />
lover<br />
dashing into the clouds.<br />
We arrive,<br />
it is s<strong>now</strong>ing.<br />
It is spring.<br />
Strange but refreshing,<br />
I haven’t seen s<strong>now</strong> in a while.<br />
My pants drop<br />
as I removed all metallic<br />
objects(my belt buckle<br />
included)<br />
from my body,<br />
past the metal detector<br />
and into a van.<br />
In the van;<br />
after all this trouble,<br />
I had better come back<br />
with something.<br />
And I probably did.<br />
I found my self,<br />
in the counsel of strangers.<br />
Day one,<br />
I brought nothing,<br />
to refuse myself the comfort<br />
of k<strong>now</strong>ing<br />
familiarity<br />
and left myself<br />
no choice<br />
but to learn.<br />
I had 4tubes of colors.<br />
given to me by Andrea.<br />
Andrea runs the studio store.<br />
A pack of brushes<br />
from Katherine Widen<br />
66cents.<br />
“My mom gave these to me”<br />
she said.<br />
The fi rst week swept by<br />
in waves of delirium,<br />
An ebb-tide of the past,<br />
present<br />
and the future.<br />
I didn’t have canvas,<br />
I didn’t have painting mediums,<br />
I didn’t have a piece of paper<br />
to write this down.<br />
I found a door.<br />
some walls.<br />
some trash.<br />
a cafe.<br />
a bottle of turpenoid.<br />
and<br />
an epiphany.<br />
I fi nd myself<br />
in the people.<br />
Mark Hallet<br />
Dan Allen<br />
Harlan Mack<br />
Who smile at me<br />
gave me brushes<br />
canvas and a location<br />
I often hear people<br />
pose the question,<br />
who am I,<br />
who are you,<br />
who are we?<br />
(I will kiss the land from where I<br />
come from.)<br />
But for <strong>now</strong><br />
I am<br />
Max Naff<br />
Katherine Widen<br />
Kim Su-hyun<br />
Kendra Denny<br />
Ariel Churnin<br />
Mary Lamboley<br />
David Kearns<br />
G todd haun<br />
Tatiana Klacsmann<br />
They were the<br />
people who worked<br />
in the church studio<br />
Joshua Abelow<br />
Catherine Altice<br />
Nandi Comer<br />
Lourdes R Correa<br />
They are also<br />
the people who<br />
call out my name.<br />
Suzanne Bennet<br />
Marie-Claude Bouthillier<br />
Zel Brook<br />
Welcome to my studio for the month.<br />
A space I was eager to defi ne as my diary,<br />
yes, marvbook :P<br />
The walls were permeable<br />
so we could hear each other