Ayuh, Merapat! Assemble, Now!: Proposal for a Collective Decision-making Model for the Visual Arts Community in Malaysia

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Proposal for a Collective Decision-making Model for the Visual Arts Community in Malaysia

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  • This proposal calls for visual artists and art practitioners to assemble in self-organized groups based on affiliation or locality, known as Sidang Lokal (Local Assemblies), to discuss issues directly affecting them.

  • It then calls for a Sidang Umum (General Assembly) to be held at a public space or institution, where delegates appointed by each Sidang Lokal present, coordinate and administer the viewpoints and decisions of their local assemblies.
  • Each Sidang Lokal appoints two members, 1 female and 1 male, to be delegates at the Sidang Umum.

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SIDANG LOKAL

  • Sidang Lokal groups are self-formed and self-organized amongst artists and art practitioners.

  • Groups may be based on affinity, locality, or already existing associations.

  • The purpose of the Sidang Lokal is for artists and art practitioners to gather in groups of their choice, to discuss and make decisions on issues that impact them directly.

  • Membership can change, but each Sidang Lokal must consist of at least 11 members. There is no upper limit on membership.

  • Existing registered associations can only form one Sidang Lokal regardless of their membership size.

  • A person can only be a member of one Sidang Lokal.

  • Attendance and minutes should be recorded at every Sidang Lokal meeting. This duty rotates amongst the members.

  • Decisions are made by consensus and majority vote.

  • Each Sidang Lokal appoints two members, 1 female and 1 male, to be delegates at the Sidang Umum.

  • The delegates are strictly mandated, recallable, rotated frequently and responsible to their Sidang Lokal. Their function is purely administrative and practical.

  • The power of policymaking is the exclusive right of the Sidang Lokal. Delegates to the Sidang Umum are strictly responsible for the coordination and execution of the policies adopted by their Sidang Lokal.

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SIDANG UMUM

  • Sidang Umum is a general assembly, held at regular intervals, where appointed delegates from the various Sidang Lokal present, coordinate and execute the viewpoints and decisions made by the local assemblies.

  • The purpose of the Sidang Umum is to form a network for information sharing and collective decision-making on issues that impact the entire visual arts community.

  • The role of the Sidang Umum is limited to coordination between the many Sidang Lokal.

  • The goal is always to maximize local power and autonomy while achieving a necessary degree of communication and coordination across the community.

  • All decisions made at the Sidang Umum must be formally adopted by the Sidang Lokal in order to be binding to their members. For example, if the Sidang Umum votes that a formal written request be made to the ruling government to establish a separate Ministry of Arts and Culture, and one or more Sidang Lokal do not agree, the members of those local assemblies are not required to be signatories to the request.

  • Sidang Umum should be held in a public space or institution in open session. If the assembly moves into closed session, this will be voted on by the delegates of the assembly.

  • Responsibility for chairing and recording minutes of the meeting rotates amongst the delegates of the Sidang Umum.

  • Decisions are made by consensus or majority vote.

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GENERAL PRINCIPLES

  • This system is based on the principles of direct, face-to-face democracy and participatory administration.

  • The crucial elements are decentralization, localism, self-sufficiency and interdependence. This model democratizes community interdependence without surrendering the principle of local control.

  • Distinction between policymaking and administration must be emphasized. The power of policymaking rests in individual citizens at the Sidang Lokal level. The Sidang Umum or other regional councils have the responsibility of administering and coordinating those policies.

  • Appointed delegates or representatives are strictly mandated, recallable and rotated frequently.

  • Differences and diversity are welcomed. Minority opinions should be given space and hearing, but decisions can be made by majority vote.

  • Consensus should not override democracy in decision-making. It is the process of discussion and decision-making that drives innovation and adoption of new ideas.

  • Gender equality is paramount. Delegates to the Sidang Umum must consist of 1 female and 1 male from each Sidang Lokal. Assemblies at all levels must strive for at least 40% representation of either gender.

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IMMEDIATE NEXT STEPS

  • Translate this proposal into various languages. Anyone!

  • Artists and art practitioners are encouraged to start forming their own Sidang Lokal, organizing meetings, recording minutes and sharing the outcomes publicly.

  • Prepare an updated draft of this proposal based on feedback.

  • Send this proposal to key government officials in charge of arts and culture, as well public art institutions in Malaysia, calling for their endorsement and for them to organize and call an inaugural Sidang Umum for the visual arts community.

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 SCOPE & BASIS

  • This proposal is based on American social theorist and political philosopher Murray Bookchin’s (1921 – 2006) model of LIBERTARIAN MUNICIPALISM, in which citizens make decisions collectively through face-to-face democratic neighborhood assemblies. These decisions are implemented through a CONFEDERATION or network of administrative councils, whose delegates are elected directly by, and are responsible to, the popular assemblies.

  • It draws heavily from two essays in particular (linked below): ‘A Politics for the Twenty-first Century’ (1998) and ‘The Meaning of Confederalism’ (1990).

  • It was prepared by Sharon Chin, in consultation with Tan Hui Koon, Danny Lim, Zedeck Siew and Ooi Ying Nee.

  • It was prepared in the context of the Malaysian visual arts community, but the model and its principles can be adapted to communities exploring bottom-up, directly democratic ways of collective decision-making.

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FURTHER READING & RESOURCES

Loomio is a simple, user-friendly online tool for collaborative decision-making. Loomio lets you host discussions online, invite the right people to participate, come to timely decisions and transform deliberation into real-world action.

Explore by joining the Sidang Lokal Test Group here: https://www.loomio.org/join/group/a1gxHEtWQNSkGQciwAPUjMj4/

  • Murray Bookchin, ‘A Politics for the Twenty-first Century’ (1998) and ‘The Meaning of Confederalism’ (1990)

These two essays are from the book The Next Revolution: Popular Assemblies and the Promise of Direct Democracy, published by VERSO. They can be found in PDF format here, strictly for educational and non-profit purposes only: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1LAxvUM9UG9c8Leo-3Vr2C4JHrhUEeqno/view?usp=sharing

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It behooves us to understand their struggle as best we can. This book, compiling the words of militia members and academics alike, lays out the Rojava Revolution in plain language.

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PDF version of this document: AYUH MERAPAT_ ASSEMBLE NOW Draft01

Word version of this document: AYUH MERAPAT_ ASSEMBLE NOW Draft01

Things I Did in 2015

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When I think about last year, my mind turns to mash – I can’t remember if I did a thing five months ago, or two years ago. So I’ve been putting this off, because I don’t want to think about what that formlessness of time might mean. Why do the days of 2015 seem like a solid block I can’t enter, where can’t see myself in time?

One possible reason is that I tried to be at least three different people simultaneously.

Sharon-1 wanted to do journalism. Somehow she got attached to the idea of what it meant to be a journalist: objective, authoritative and inherently useful to the public. Maybe she wanted to get away from all the ambiguity and subjective doubt in art – its apparent uselessness, its aura of weakness. This made things harder than they had to be, because those reflexes had already been imprinted on her mind like a muscle memory.

I went places, talked to people, then came home to draw and write stories about what I’d observed (including observations of myself observing things). Mostly I paid attention. I don’t know if I was being a good journalist (for one thing, I can’t write to deadline, which is, like, a baseline requirement), but I was an artist doing something akin to journalism.

For ‘In The Land That Never Was Dry‘, I’d planned to do six illustrated pieces about water issues in Malaysia. I barely managed three.

One was about micro-hydro electricity in the interiors of Sabah, and another about hundred year-old wells in Kampung Hakka Mantin. The draft of the last one, about connecting water pipes in Sarawak, I submitted to my editor hours before the year ended.

Each one felt like wrestling a beast in a dark cave for months, only to find, on cutting off its head, that it was my own shadow.

In August, I went to the Tangkap Najib and Bersih 4 protests, and did stories on both. Those were easier, more immediate. I learned that the more time elapsed after an event, the more a story would turn into that dreaded shadow beast. Better to kill it quick, when it’s young and fresh and dripping life.

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Draft I submitted just before the year ended

 

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Sharon-2 was still a contemporary visual artist, no matter how much she disavowed the ‘art world’, no matter how hybrid her practice. In fact, 2015 marked a solid decade of making and showing art professionally.  While in university getting a parent-sponsored fine arts degree, she remembers flipping through the glossy pages of Art Asia Pacific and dreaming about the Asia Pacific Triennial of Contemporary Art, because Montien Boonma, an artist she admired beyond anything, had taken part one year.

In truth, although my love for Montien Boonma’s work hasn’t diminished, that dream does not occupy the same space it once did. I don’t mean a higher or lower place, as if on a ladder, but space – either I’m bigger, or the dream is smaller.

In any case, it was still something of a big fucking deal, and it’s stupid to say otherwise. Taking part in APT8 was fun, an honor, stimulating, profitable, problematic and hard, hard work. I made 10 WEEDS paintings in 6 weeks, and burnt out the muscles in my eyes, neck and right arm in the process.

I also made activity pages for the Kid’s APT publication, which was pure joy to do.

In November, I went to Brisbane for the opening of APT8. The walls of Queensland Art Gallery are fancy and beautiful. I thought about 2013, when the first series of WEEDS paintings were shown in a one-night gig/art party at Merdekarya. It was a grungier space, but no less beautiful, and certainly more beloved. Both, I thought, nodding to myself. That’s the challenge. The work has to hold up in both places. But what satisfied me most was that I’d made it for Malaysia first.

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Top: Weeds/Rumpai Series I at Merdekarya. Middle: Series II in progress at home. Bottom: Series II in APT8

 

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Sharon-3 was trying to reconcile -1 and -2, trying to knit the disparate threads together; prevent any notion of a harsh and foolish split. She tried all sorts of things.

She filled a binder with inconsequential drawings on foolscap paper and called them antidotes.

She wrote a thing, which, for the first time in her life, she was actually afraid to publish. She even read it out loud to a room full of people.

She made linocuts for someone’s stories, and together they pasted these up at bus stops along Jalan Pudu.

She sent emails.

She watched Mad Max: Fury Road over and over. She took her mother and father to watch Mad Max: Fury Road. She watched the greatest friendship of her life wither, then die. She watched the sunset, drinking whiskey to dull the pain of being an animal capable of feelings, hunger, loss, and muscle fatigue.

She wasted time on the internet. She wasted time worrying about wasting time, wanting every moment to be accountable, unaware that -1 and -2 were doing the same, and that was why the animal was tired, why it wept – it was trying to tell you only machines can use a moment more than once.

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The first image (source) is a screencap from Whisper of The Heart (Studio Ghibli, 1995, dir. Yoshifumi Kondo). Zedeck and I watched it on new year’s eve. He wrote about it, and it says something about our hopes for 2016, better than I can.

Antid Oto (The End)

Here is a bumper pack of antidote drawings I didn’t manage to post before the year ended. I made one for the first day of the new year, and it’ll be the last one. They’ve served me well, now it’s time for something else.

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This was during the terrible slog of trying to produce the draft for a big illustrated story about my trip to interior Sarawak. I went through several more months of stopping, stalling and restarting before finally completing it, just as 2015 came to a close.

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Mini-PSB’s name is hard to explain. I shall try: We had a dear cat called Penyu, who we lost a couple of years ago. There was a similar-looking cat – all white with an elegant face – around the neighbourhood, so we called her Penyu’s Sister. Then a tom cat starting hanging around Penyu’s Sister, so we called him Penyu’s Sister’s Boyfriend, i.e PSB. He was the blackest cat we had ever seen, and he had a furry stump for a tail. Later, Penyu’s Sister disappeared, but PSB started romancing another cat (Chicken’s Sister – another story, I won’t get into it) who came to us for food once in awhile. They had kittens, and the only one who survived was the one who looked exactly like PSB, so we called her Mini-PSB. True story!

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Around this time I started getting chronic eye strain, which sounds like the lamest thing, but in my line of work, turns out to be debilitating.

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I took a long trip to KL, and when I came home to Port Dickson, Mini-PSB was gone. I did a page of these drawings as a way to be sad (some of them made it into this story about Bersih 4), not really expecting her to come back. The next day she showed up, angry and demanding to be fed.

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Happy new year! I bought boxing gloves and took up boxing again.

More on feeling the animal, and more on the internet wanting all your time.

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Antid Oto – italian for antidote – was one of Leon Trotsky‘s earliest pen names. I also love the Malay word for it: penawar. A few months ago, I started taking regular walks and making drawings afterwards as a way to deal with worry, procrastination, hopelessness, writer’s block, internet rage, and digital distraction. 

 

Antid Oto #19: Flame of the forest

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Deadlines

Deadlines

Deadlines

Deadlines

Deadlines

Deadlines

No time no time no time no time. Late late late late late. Falling behind. Not keeping up. Stuck.

What if you just let it take the time it takes? Where would it go if you let it go where it needed?

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Antid Oto – italian for antidote – was one of Leon Trotsky‘s earliest pen names. I also love the Malay word for it: penawar. A few months ago, I started taking regular walks and making drawings afterwards as a way to deal with worry, procrastination, hopelessness, writer’s block, internet rage, and digital distraction. I’ll post a series of them here, one every other day, for as long as I keep making them.

 

Notes on Au Sow Yee’s “Habitation and Elsewhere”

These are a collection of notes about Au Sow Yee’s exhibition Habitation and Elsewhere at Lost Generation Space in KL, from 1 – 23 Aug 2015.

Video Art

I was dreading the show a little, and saw it on the last day. I don’t… like video art. 1) I find it boring and 2) I face screens for hours upon hours every day, and my retinas get tired easily. Lately my eyesight has worsened dramatically. At night, I drive like an old lady – the light of oncoming traffic hits my eyes and diffuses into a blinding glare.

 

Boredom

The show was indeed slightly boring. There were three works, all video installations.

A Day Without Sun in Mengkerang (Chapter One) was already playing halfway through when I walked in. I didn’t finish, but circled back to it two or three times. Pak Tai Foto had headphones for sound, and floor benches you could sit comfortably on. That one, I waited for the beginning and watched to the end.

Sang Kancil, Hang Tuah, Raja Bersiong, Bomoh, the Missing Jet and Others had the largest screen and loudest sound. The noise infiltrated the quiet moments of the other two pieces – insistent, distracting.

These works were meant to be tuned in and out, not followed in any kind of linear way. And in the resulting boredom (calculated, I believe, to be just the right amount), the mind could wander to the edges, to the places in between the footage, audio snippets, subtitles and voiceovers.

When was the last time you were bored? If you own a smartphone, there’s no real reason to be, unless by conscious act of will. Boredom has become important to me. Some evenings I sit on my doorstep and stare out into space, watching the sky turn to night. My mind – and with it, the whole world – expands; I remember I have a body.

Soon though, I have to go back to my laptop.

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Stills from Sang Kancil, Hang Tuah, Raja Bersiong, Bomoh, the Missing Jet and Others, courtesy of Au Sow Yee

 

‘Mengkerang as Method’ I: Games

Douglas Rushkoff, one of my favorite thinkers about media culture, argues that a defining feature of our digital networked reality is the collapse of traditional narrative with beginning, middle and end.

Instead, stories that make more sense in our world today follow the narrative structures you find in games like Dungeons & Dragons or Minecraft, in which there’s a set of rules that describes an imagined world, and you enact your own story as you move through it – exploring, interacting and participating.

In A Day Without Sun, voiced over footage that she took on a road trip around Peninsula Malaysia, Sow Yee has three performers enact just such a story game: tell us a tale of three characters set in the land of Mengkerang.

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Stills from A Day Without Sun in Mengkerang (Chapter One), courtesy of Au Sow Yee

 

‘Mengkerang As Method’ II: Names and Navigation

In 2012, I did a similar road trip: down south from Kuala Lumpur on the west coast to Singapore, up north on the east coast to Kota Bahru, then across and back down again on the west. Like Sow Yee, I took footage – many gigs worth of data in video and iphone photos.

That trip, and the digital trace of it, exists to myself like a story I enacted as I moved through the same land Sow Yee did. She gave this land a name: Mengkerang.

Since I don’t have one for that – our – land, I might start using it too.

What if names were not used as definitions, but as coordinates to help orient and navigate in a sea of shifting narrative?

In A Day Without Sun, the name Mengkerang is like an anchor point around which the make-believe of storytelling, the subjectivity of history and the supposed reality of captured footage spin and pulse – they overlap, then separate and repel each other, like forces in a constant dance. This work clarifies: it dissects its own components and analyses how they relate to each other.

If Mengkerang is the method, then Pak Tai Foto attempts to put it into practice, by demonstrating how stories can help navigation. Placed against the wall opposite the video were strange diagrams that I couldn’t understand. Only after listening to the narrators in the video did I realize they were travel routes plotted on blank maps. In other words, I needed the stories to read these maps where the ground had been erased.

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Maps in Pak Tai Foto, personal photo

 

‘Mengkerang As Method’ III: Power and Time

A story-game is fine and all, but let’s talk real here. Important stuff. Real stuff. History!

I have an English translation of Sejarah Melayu – The Malay Annals – a text that tells the history of the Melaka sultanate in the 15th Century – the greatest and earliest Malay empire. One of the historical documents presented with the video in A Day Without Sun is an excerpt attributed to that source. Reading it, I was taken aback to find that the quote was a lyrical description of a place called Mengkerang.

I haven’t gone past the first chapter of The Malay Annals, but I’m quite sure Mengkerang isn’t in that book. Mengkerang is Sow Yee’s art project invention. Or is it?

More than image, more than the spoken word, it’s the written text that has the power to set a thing in stone.

How many misattributed, made-up quotes of made-up places and people do you think exist in the documents that form the seemingly unshakeable foundations of how we know Malaysia? Repeated enough times by the right people, spoken and written and sung about, fermented into fable by the passing centuries – couldn’t Malaysia have come from Mengkerang?

Sang Kancil, Hang Tuah, Raja Bersiong, Bomoh, the Missing Jet and Others consists mainly of found footage from the 1950s and 60s – some of it historical, some of it snippets from classic Malay cinema. There’s no narrative in the mashup. What emerges is a slippery-smooth skin of nostalgia, a ‘feel’ that encapsulates the era. This ‘feel’ is created by a great deal of visual and audio material, but it has no true texture. Texture comes from flaws, from gaps and bumps made of absence, and labour and human detail.

The question I have is whether it is time or power that flattens the texture out of history.

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Installation view of A Day Without Sun in Mengkerang (Chapter One). Photo by Lin Yu-Quan, courtesy of Au Sow Yee

 

‘Image As Instrument’ I: Magic

What makes today different from all the ages before is that unprecedented numbers of people have access to the storytelling tools that make history. If you have a networked computer or phone, you have a magic machine capable of capturing, producing, and disseminating images, sound and text on an almost limitless scale.

 

‘Image As Instrument’ II: Power

Learning to use this power also means learning how it can have power over others – power to define, misrepresent, and manipulate.

In many ways, I see Pak Tai Foto as the beating heart of the show. It’s no accident that it’s placed in the middle of the gallery. Over split-screen footage of an old photo studio in the heart of KL, migrant workers who populate the same area tell their stories of how they came to Malaysia, and where they hope to go next.

Pak Tai photo studio dates back to pre-Merdeka days, and its dilapidated state is shown unsparingly. There is no fetishized nostalgia, yet it is filmed with obvious love and care. Because of this honesty, there is texture – gaps that other stories can move into, and inhabit.

Thus, there is no need to ‘give voice’ to the workers in service of a well-intentioned message. Instead, their narratives are folded into the one of Mengkerang-Malaysia as gently as one might fold ingredients to make a cake.

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Installation view of Pak Tai Foto, personal photo

 

Can there be non-coercive images?

I saw ‘Habitation and Elsewhere’ one week before the Bersih 4 protest was scheduled to happen in the streets of KL.

Having made propaganda in service of past Bersih protests, human rights causes, as well as political parties, I know first-hand how manipulative images can be.

Can there be non-coercive images? I have despaired over this question. Those propaganda-making stints were born from a deeply compromised position, almost a crisis of faith: if all images are coercive, then I should at least employ them for the ‘greater good’.

But what is good?

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Placards at Bersih 4, personal photo

 

I think there was a degree of image and narrative control by Bersih 4 that was not present in the past protests, and it was likely fueled by social media.

Curiously, participation seemed to count less than the performance of participation, e.g. updating about buying a yellow t-shirt, tweeting about lining up to buy a yellow t-shirt and how long the line was, selfies wearing a yellow t-shirt, look at this sea of yellow on the streets of KL, etc.

There was top-down, as well as peer-to-peer policing of discussion. Expressions of doubt about Bersih 4 were not seen as a form of engagement or participation, but instead, criticism that needed to be shut down in the face of the urgent need to ‘save Malaysia’.

A cursory examination of the red-shirt rally that followed Bersih 4 is instructive – when one wields images as weapons, it invites counter attack. The agendas may be opposed, but the means are similar. In this game, only the strongest, the most coercive, can win.

‘Even the best weapon is an unhappy tool’ says the Tao Te Ching. ‘Habitation and Elsewhere’ suggests other uses for images as instruments – the making of meaning, the building of solidarity, the inclusion of narratives. Today, as screens proliferate and increasing numbers of people wield networked image machines, Sow Yee’s examination of the politics of images is critical and urgent.

Port Dickson, Oct 2015

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The following photo and notes where posted to my Facebook profile on 4 Aug 2015, after I attended Sow Yee’s artist talk. At the time I hadn’t seen the show.

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On Sunday [2 Aug 2015] I went to Sow-Yee’s talk about her show ‘Habitation and Elsewhere’ at Lost Gens. There were two curators from Taiwan, and Sau Bin moderated.

These are thoughts that were sparked from that 4-hour event. They are not fully developed. I’m posting them because I think they’re useful for the moment we find ourselves in. Particularly, they may shed light on how artists can find their place and continue to work through what is happening now.*

1. “Image as Instrument”

This is the subtitle of Sow-Yee’s show, which consists of videos that break down narrative – combining found footage, reconstruction and documentary forms. She said she’s interested in the “politics of images, instead of political images”. This is an important distinction, worth thinking deeply about. Sau Bin framed it in an extremely penetrating question: “If there are no artists, can there still be critique of images?”

2. Coding

Events at Lost Gens are coded, just like an event at Publika, HOM, CAG (shoutout to friends in Sabah) or Valentine Willie’s new Ilham Gallery are coded – even before we go to the event, we’ve made up our minds about what it might be. This happens everywhere in the world, I believe they’re called ‘cliques’ or ‘scenes’. But in Malaysia, because of the makeup of our society, along with a history of race, religion and culture being systematically used to manipulate (I prefer the word manage) EACH OTHER socially and politically, this condition is more than an inconvenience. It’s the fabric, the very climate artists work in.

Events that consciously attempt to be ‘muhibbah’ or ‘inclusive’, perpetuate this condition. It’s a double trap, because the language used is ‘inclusive’, but process and outcomes of the event are exclusive. Language is used here as a seal, a putty to plaster over the cracks. Putty is a mess of gummy substance – it is language turned to mash, to smother instead of uncover.

Coming back to Point 1 “Image as Instrument” – how are images used in the same way to close the cracks, to smother instead of uncover?

3. Translation

I speculate that 98% of the standing room-only crowd at Sow-Yee’s talk was fluent in Chinese. I’m in the 2%. Despite this, there was earnest attempt to translate everything that was said into English and Chinese. Curiously, it was not one-way translation, but consistently two-way: ideas would be presented in English, then translated to Chinese, or presented in Chinese, then translated to English. I hope you see what I’m describing here: THINKING was being done in English or Chinese, and then translated into either language accordingly. This is not easy, especially when talking about art and cultural theory.

On a scale of 1 – 10, my Chinese fluency is maybe 4. This means I can understand about 20 – 30% literally of a complicated talk presented in Chinese. But context is harder to measure. Context is what lies behind language, written or spoken. Context is what great translators capture when they produce a translation of poetry that is almost as much a work of art as the original. Consider Adibah Amin’s incredible translation of Salleh Ben Joned’s poem:

“What does it matter if your skies are silent
For your forests are articulate
In the constant clime of your essence
I taste a new freedom”

This is the original:

“Kebisuan langitmu tidak mengapa
Kerana rimbamu penuh dengan kata-kata
Dalam kesentiasaan cuaca hakikatmu
Ku rasa suatu kebebasan yang baru”

Sitting there, I realized that translation is a way to understand something twice. There are gaps in translation – inaccuracies, omissions. It’s like overlaying the same image on top of another, and they don’t quite match. And it is work, hard work. It takes a long time. We can’t say all that we have to say, because we have to wait for the translation.

But in that translation is depth, context and understanding beyond language.

Translation is an act of humility and dedication. It’s making meaning. It’s an attempt to understand something twice.

In a world where anyone with a smartphone is an artist who can produce images and statements, translation is the labour of producing and amplifying understanding.

4. Translation II

Back to Point 1 again, “Image as Instrument”. Translation is not limited to language.

Images can be translated. And this is what I believe Sow-Yee’s work is doing.

Translating images is a way to understand them again and again.

These notes are an attempt to translate the talk on Sunday.

My recent sketches of the #TangkapNajib protest on Saturday are an attempt to translate those events into drawings. It’s a necessarily incomplete, partial and imperfect account.

5. Protest and image

Yoong Chia, artist and friend in the audience, brought up the protests planned next week and at the end of the month. He asked (I paraphrase and am possibly misinterpreting here) how critiquing images is related to those protests. That question stayed in my mind.

Protests are also images. Someone, somewhere, together or apart (and in collaboration with the police and our corrupt dictators), we are collectively making these images.

As an artist I slip in and out of producing the image, and translating it. I go back and forth. It’s a great privilege to do so. I try to make it count.

6. Mengkerang

Sow-Yee’s Mengkerang project is made up of three short films, all shown in the exhibition.

Sau Bin dedicated the first half of his presentation to a seemingly irreverent exploration of what ‘Mengkerang’ could mean. Was it a fictional island in the South East Asian archipelago? A real place? The name for a rubber plant?

On the way home in the car I suddenly thought Mengkerang = 每个人 (pronounced in Chinese: mei ge ren, meaning: everybody, everyone)

This sudden image/thought/phrase was so jarring that I almost had to pull over and text it to Sau Bin, Sow-Yee and other friends I’d seen at the talk (I didn’t). The specific mystery of that ‘Mengkerang’ name, coupled with that phrase in a language I hardly understand and that literally means ‘everybody’ – it incapsulates our predicament, our condition and our work. Long is the labour, long may we continue to do it.

*Note 1: I don’t like using FB directly for posting writing, because the feed loses them – you look for what you’ve written a week ago and you can’t find it. But these thoughts are similar to how the feed works – impressions, hints, seeds.

**Note 2: I haven’t seen Sow-Yee’s work yet, so these are thoughts based only on what came up during the talk. I plan to see it in the coming week.

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Subsequently, the show’s curator Guo Jao Lan translated the notes into Mandarin and sent them to me. I’m attaching them here. 

8/2「居所與他方」在lostgens樓上的龐克空間「無限發掘」(FINDARS)的展覽座談,來了很多以吉隆坡為基地的評論家、表演藝術工作者、藝術家。會後藝術家Sharon Chin 在臉書上以英文寫下他深入的觀察心得,中譯如下;文中多處觸及自身對馬來西亞在地現實(包括族裔的、語言的、影像的)的反思,與展覽試圖要處理的面向交相映射。(Sharon也是一位視覺藝術家,葉紹斌在台灣的短講‘匯聚、座落、編之一個想象的非地(或海)’中,也曾提到他的作品):

「星期天,前往 Lostgens’當代藝術空間 【居所與他方:影像測量計劃】 區秀詒個展開幕座談,座談會由葉紹繽主持,會上還包括兩位來自台灣的策展人(小編備註:展覽策展人郭昭蘭和台南藝術大學動畫藝術與影像美學研究所所長孫松榮老師)。

以下是這長達4小時的活動所激發的一些想法。 雖然最後一些想法未全然地發展,但我仍執意將現場的筆記分享出來,因為我覺得這些筆記可能對身處在如此的時刻的我們有幫助。尤其,為藝術家如何找到自身位置,並繼續努力穿越現在所發生的一切提供亮光。

1. 影像作為機具 (Image as Instrument,為展覽的副標,「影像測量計劃」的英文)
這是秀詒展覽的副標。展覽由打破敘事的錄像組成,結合撿拾資料影片、解構以及紀錄影片的形式。 區秀詒表示自己對於影像的政治(politics of images)感興趣,而非政治性影像(political images)。對於這樣的分別,值得我們深入的思考,葉紹斌更近一步將其放入一個尖銳的提問之下:「如果沒有藝術家,對影像的批判是否存在?」

2. 編碼
Lostgens的活動都被編碼,就如發生在 Publika,HOM,CAG (呼叫沙巴的朋友)和 Valentine Willie新的Ilham 畫廊的活動都會被編碼一樣。即便我們還沒出席該活動,我們已設想它會是甚麼樣子。這樣的狀態遍佈全世界,我相信它們被稱作「結黨」或「場域」。 但是馬來西亞社會的組成是沿著種族、宗教及文化的系統性歷史發展,並在社會及政治的層面上彼此操作(或我比較傾向使用「安排」)彼此,這樣的環境已經不足以用造成不便來形容。這是藝術家工作的結構,藝術家在如此的氣氛下工作。企圖有意識地以 “muhibbah“(和諧)和「具包容性的」的活動讓這個狀態延續下去。但,它是一個雙重陷阱。因為所使用的語言具「包容性」,但其過程和結果卻是排他性的。 最後的結果是語言有如一陀被塗抹在裂隙上一坨膠質般質地的物質:最終將其縫隙覆蓋,而非揭露。回到剛剛的第一點-「影像作為機具」,影像的語言究竟如何將裂隙填滿,而非將其揭露?

3. 翻譯
我猜 98% 在座談現場的觀眾是熟習中文的,但我是其他的 2%。除了這個觀察,發現座談會現場有種企圖,企圖將每個想法同時翻譯成英文跟中文。不僅只是語言單方向上的翻譯,而是雙向,無論是英文翻譯成中文,或是中文翻譯成英文。思想從一種語言開始發展,無論是中文或是英文,皆被翻譯至另外一種語言。這是相當不容易的,尤其是在討論藝術以及文化理論。如果把中文理解能力分成十個等級,我大概可以落在等級四,這表示對座談現場中文內容的理解可能僅落在 20%-30% 左右。我們知道文本擁有不容易被掌握的特質,文本存在於(書寫的或言說的)語言之外。一件出色的翻譯文本就像是原創的藝術作品,即便事實上它是一首經翻譯後的詩。如 Adibah Amin 不可思議的翻譯了 Salleh Ben Joned 的詩:

“What does it matter if your skies are silent
For your forests are articulate
In the constant clime of your essence
I taste a new freedom”

原作是:
“Kebisuan langitmu tidak mengapa
Kerana rimbamu penuh dengan kata-kata
Dalam kesentiasaan cuaca hakikatmu
Ku rasa suatu kebebasan yang baru”

坐在那裡,我也意識到翻譯可以讓我們理解某一件事情兩次,因為語言轉譯過程的不精準及省略讓翻譯中存在著一道縫隙(Gap)。它讓一個影像被另外一個意義覆蓋,彼此看似相似但又不完全契合。所以翻譯是件不容易的工作,需要時間去完成。 我們無法說出我們想說的所有,因為必須等待翻譯。同時被翻譯的是超越言語表象的深度、脈絡或理解。翻譯是個謙遜和奉獻式的行為。翻譯製造著意義,翻譯企圖讓我們理解某一件事情兩次。在這個人人都有攜帶式智慧手機,人人都可成為製造著影像和論述的藝術家的世界,翻譯像是一種創造性的和擴大意義的勞動。

4. 翻譯二
再次回到第一點-「影像作為機具」,翻譯不僅只存在於言語上的翻譯,影像也可以被翻譯,我相信區秀詒的作品要做的正是這個。翻譯影像是讓觀者一次又一次地理解影像的途徑。這些筆記企圖翻譯星期天的座談會。最近我正在進行的素描是希望將週六發生在 ‪#‎TangkapNajib‬ 的抗爭翻譯成繪畫,但是它們必然會是,也必須是不完整、局部及不完美的。

5. 抗議與圖像
在座談會現場,我的藝術家朋友章永佳,提出了關於下週和月底即將發生的抗爭的問題。他問道(我在這裡濃縮並可能曲解了問題):「批判影像如何跟那些抗爭有所連結」。這個問題留在我的腦海中。抗爭也是一種影像。某些人,在某個地方,一同或分離地(並和警察於我們那貪污的獨裁者合作),我們集體製造這些「影像」。身為一個藝術家,我偶爾製造並翻譯影像。來來回回地。可以如此做固然是種榮幸。我試著讓每一次都有其意義。

6. 棉佳蘭
區秀詒的棉佳蘭計畫由三個錄像構成。這三件錄像都在展覽中呈現。葉紹斌在他報告的前半段對「棉佳蘭」進行看起來不稱職的探究,和「棉佳蘭」可能意味著甚麼。它是東南亞群島一座虛構的島嶼? 亦或是一個真實的地方?或是橡膠植物的名字?在回家的路上,我突然意識到「棉佳蘭」可能意味著「每個人」(讀音上的聯想)。這突然的影像/想法/詞彙是如此讓人振奮,以至於我差點想要立刻把車子停在一旁,把這想法傳訊息給在座談會上遇到的朋友們,包括區秀詒和葉紹斌(但最後我沒有)。棉佳蘭名稱上帶有的神祕色彩,和以我幾乎無法理解的語言構成的詞語攪合在一起,以及其字面上意味著「每個人」。這一切涵納了我們生活上的困境,狀態以及工作。勞動非常漫長,願我們持續勞動著。

備註1:我不喜歡直接用臉書發表文字,因為狀態的更替會讓我失去它們。你尋找一個星期前所寫的卻始終找不到。但以上想法和動態的模式一樣,片面的,提示性的,以及如種子一般的。

備註2: 我還沒看區秀詒的作品。所以這些想法來自於開幕座談。我打算下週去看。」

 

Antid Oto #18: TPPA, hands off our medicine

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I drew this after the May Day rally in Kuala Lumpur, where I met Edward Low from MTAAG+. Now is a good time to post it because it was announced on 5 Oct 2015 that agreement has been reached on the Trans Pacific Partnership Agreement or TPPA.

The TPPA is controversial because it’s being negotiated in top secret by the governments of 12 member countries on behalf of their citizens. The countries involved are: Malaysia, Australia, Brunei, Chile, Canada, Japan, Mexico, New Zealand, Peru, Singapore, Vietnam and the United States, which is seen to be leading negotiations. If signed, the TPPA will be the largest trade agreement in the world.

I just spent 20 minutes reading about this thing I’ve been seeing in the news, but don’t actually know much about. Here are good, concise links from a variety of sources that give the basic picture:

What the Trans-Pacific Partnership Agreement means for Malaysia at Poskod.my, 6 Oct 2015

11 things Malaysians should know about the Trans-Pacific Partnership (TPP) negotiations at Business Circle (Malaysian marketplace web portal associated with the government-backed Economic Transformation Programme), 27 May 2014

Brief on the TPP by the Malaysian Ministry of International Trade and Industriy (MITI)

Leaked TPP Documents on Wikileaks

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By the way, I deactivated my Facebook account. So if you’re in that Venn diagram overlap of people who 1) read this blog, 2) follow me on Facebook and 3) wonder where the fuck I am, well, now you know. I don’t know if I’ll go back. Probably I will after I deal with the current bunch of deadlines. It’s been… difficult. But now I’m not on Facebook, and it’s already getting better!

Oh, ‘I trust my hand’ is scribbled in the margins because at the time I did this drawing, I hated my drawing.

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Antid Oto – italian for antidote – was one of Leon Trotsky‘s earliest pen names. I also love the Malay word for it: penawar. A few months ago, I started taking regular walks and making drawings afterwards as a way to deal with worry, procrastination, hopelessness, writer’s block, internet rage, and digital distraction. I’ll post a series of them here, one every other day, for as long as I keep making them.

Antid Oto #17: The chair repels my ass

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I am supposed to write something. I’ve been avoiding it. I ate a hand-full of nuts, then a hand-full of raisins, then went back for more nuts. Soon there will be no more nuts, or raisins. I walked in circles around my house. I picked 5 fleas off the cat’s belly. I have fallen into a hundred little holes on the internet, or just one big one that’s incredibly deep, and crawled back up – eyes itching, shoulders aching, mind twitching. The chair repels my ass. I want to do everything, anything, all things… except this thing.

The only antidote to the slow doom of not writing, is writing. I don’t know the cause of that doom, but it goes with the writing like my shadow accompanies my self.

They came together, and they go together.

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Antid Oto – italian for antidote – was one of Leon Trotsky‘s earliest pen names. I also love the Malay word for it: penawar. A few months ago, I started taking regular walks and making drawings afterwards as a way to deal with worry, procrastination, hopelessness, writer’s block, internet rage, and digital distraction. I’ll post a series of them here, one every other day, for as long as I keep making them.

Antid Oto #16: The gap and the edge

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I spent the last six weeks making paintings that will be shown in a museum in Australia. Ten years ago, getting into that exhibition and that museum was the height of my ambition. I think about that when I look at these drawings on notebook paper, and puzzle over the gap between my professional artist life and the life that produces drawings like the one above. I remember that all the while I was making it, I hated my drawing – the lack of skill, the amateurism, the banality of what I’d chosen to draw… everything. For 20 minutes or so I walked the very edge of balling the paper up, tossing it into the trash and never drawing again.

That edge thrills and terrifies me. I want to go back there again and again, to trace it in time and space – my imperfect hand making those imperfect lines, not knowing where to go, not knowing how to finish, or why. Doing it anyway.

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Antid Oto – italian for antidote – was one of Leon Trotsky‘s earliest pen names. I also love the Malay word for it: penawar. A few months ago, I started taking regular walks and making drawings afterwards as a way to deal with worry, procrastination, hopelessness, writer’s block, internet rage, and digital distraction. I’ll post a series of them here, one every other day, for as long as I keep making them.