Hacking the Art Exhibition

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I seldom have a good time at an art show. Maybe it’s my fault. I am an introvert. I usually go on opening night. I psych myself up an hour before and still end up intimidated, anxious and bored when I get there. Thing is, I love art, and I love people. So, why the hell?

The thought of people feeling the same way at MY shows… just makes me sad. WEEDS/RUMPAI was the first solo show I did after moving to Port Dickson. It was time to rethink it all. I had to make a show I would 1) enjoying doing, 2) want to go to and 3) have fun at.

This is how I hacked everything I thought an exhibition had to be:

 1. Treat it as an experiment

Artists take all kinds of risks making their work – chasing ideas, finding ways to say what we want to say. Ironically, the risk-taking stops when it comes to showing art. We rely on existing structures: the established gallery, press release, VIP previews for collectors, cocktail reception. Why do we give up the driver’s seat so suddenly and so completely at this stage of the process?

Thinking about exhibitions as process, not outcome, forced me to extend the spirit of enquiry all the way to the end. For example, why are we seeing so few new faces at art shows, year after year? Sigh and accept ‘that’s how it is’, OR try something freaky to shake it up? For the first time in years, I found myself thinking ‘IT MAY NOT WORK’ again and again. It scared me. I also knew that this feeling is what makes art risky, vital and necessary. 

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2. It doesn’t have to be 3 weeks long

Long exhibitions give more people the chance to see it. But it also means: more time (can’t move on to the next project), more resources (space rental, gallery minder), and importantly, a longer wait until you get paid for art you’ve sold (debt, opportunity costs). I weighed this against my observation that most small-medium scale exhibitions in KL see 90% of their audience on opening night. 

For WEEDS, we discussed a two-day exhibition. Then we narrowed it down to one. The limited timeframe forced an urgent, flexible way of thinking and doing. We worked our asses off on pre-show promotion – displaying the works onlineblogging everyday and just giving people a window into the making process. Within a month, I had wrapped up almost all affairs related to the show, and moved on to making new art. 

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3. Set the terms of sale

Nothing yanks my chain more than waiting months on payment for art I’ve sold and delivered. I have horror stories of friends getting cheques years after their show closed. Some gave up and were never compensated.

I set a clear condition: payment within 2 weeks, or no sale, and an incentive: 10% discount for immediate payment. Within 20 days, I was paid in full – something I have never experienced in more than 7 years of exhibiting with galleries.

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4. Sell the work before the show

For WEEDS, we experimented by selling the works online a week before. They sold out within two days, which surprised and delighted me, but it also led to an unexpected outcome: a complete change in atmosphere on the day of the show.

When art is for sale, the gallery turns into a marketplace. In the marketplace, when we can’t buy something, we shut off from its message. Whatever its value, we can’t attain it, so why bother. Hey, which way to the open bar?

Also, the need to entertain and service potential wealthy patrons creates two ‘tiers’ of audiences at a show. My theory is that this is what makes exhibitions so intimidating, especially to newcomers, but even to sorta old hats like myself.

When nothing is for sale, people relax. They talk more naturally. The art fades into the background, which strangely, makes it more powerful and alive. Released from being commodities on the wall, art activates the room and whoever’s in it. It becomes an excuse for people getting together.

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5. Ban art-speak 

Read press releases from a few galleries. Peek at their invitation graphics. They sound and look the same. They’re often incomprehensible and never warm or inviting. People assume that describing something with clarity means dumbing it down. This is as misguided as it is arrogant.

From the press statements to the invitation, we pored over every word we wrote for WEEDS, purging the unnecessary, vague or jargonistic. ‘Major body of works’, ‘conceptual artist’, ‘site-specific’ didn’t make it. Not even ‘repurposed’. Instead, we used ‘up-cycled’.

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6. Host it like you’d host a party at your house

My philosophy for throwing parties is that people should feel comfortable enough to do or be whatever they want. My best friend once came to a New Years’ party at my house and spent the entire night playing scrabble on her iphone, while people danced next to her in the living room. She later told me it was the best party she’d ever been to.

Extroverts can get all the attention they desire (we organized an open mic), introverts can sit in a corner or have intense one-on-one conversations, (we assembled a craft table in the middle of the room with rubber stamps, crayons and paper), emos can mope or cry (I did – too much wine, too happy, too tired, too everything), the hungry can score a free meal (my brother, a talented chef, cooked up a spread of weeds inspired food), and so on. Jerome DJ-ed. And there was dancing.

There must always be the option of dancing. 

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7. Ask for help

I hate to tell you this, but you can’t do it alone.

I hired Commas & Industry to help with the event management and PR. 

I hired OUR Art Projects to handle the sales transactions.

I hired Maryann and Roberto to build me a website in 2 weeks.

I hired Jerome to organize the open mic and play his magic music.

My brother, bless his heart, cooked for free.

Merdekarya, bless its generous, DIY, bad-ass heart, let me use the space for free. They ended up making record sales from drinks at the bar.

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This is the math:

All in all, it cost me exactly 50% of what I made from artwork sales to produce the WEEDS/RUMPAI exhibition.

Today galleries require a 50% commission on all sales. None of them offer guarantees that they will bust their ass selling your art, expanding your audience or furthering your career. Honestly ask yourself if your relationship to the gallery is one of mutual respect and collaboration. If you’re in business with a gallery like that, congratulations and good luck. Demand contracts. Demand payment on time. Demand transparency. They need you more than you need them. 

The point of this post is not to be a definitive guide on how art should be shown. It’s to prove that you can do it exactly the way you want. Work with people you trust and respect, people who will be REAL partners on an equal footing and help make your crazy ideas happen. 

Don’t give up the driver’s seat. 

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PS. Perhaps you are wondering: what’s with the mudskipper? Because it’s the weirdest, craziest, coolest animal? EVERRR? I dunno. Ask my subconscious. It seems to think a mudskipper is the perfect mascot for hacking into anything you need to change.

All photos by OUR Art Projects.

The Long and Lasting Glow

People came to #WEEDS/RUMPAI. Lots of them. Many I’d never met before. 

They ate and talked and drank and listened and sat down to make art. 

The artworks I’d made were hanging in the background. But it was what was happening around the art that mattered. 

It was what I wanted, and hoped and dreamed. 

Yeoh and Tsuji’s five-year old daughter took my hand and we danced together while Wolf sang ‘Tudung Periuk’. Sometimes you need someone else to be there with you so you can dance. 

I cried happy tears. I always do this. It’s ok. It gets more ok to cry in public as the years go by. Guess I grow less and less attached to being terminally cool as a marker of personal success.

Wolf said: can’t bring you anywhere, Sharon! It’s true. I will fucking cry my eyes out. 

Look! This was the day after: 

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What now? 

Onwards, dear comrades. 

P.S. – Pics of the night here by OUR Art Projects

Making of a Weed: Step-by-Step

STEP 1 – Get a flag somehow:

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STEP 2 – Identify weed. Draw/photograph/otherwise make an image of it: 

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STEP 3 – Make a grid to scale and put it over the image: 

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STEP 4 – Transfer drawing to flag with wax pencil. The grid helps. Coffee and blind faith helps: 

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STEP 5 – Paint in the drawing with fabric paint:

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STEP 6 – Paint paint paint: 

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STEP 7 – Outline the painting with wax pencil:

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STEP 8 – Add dimension, tone, shade: 

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STEP 9: Done! 

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Now repeat 20 times. 

THIS IS HAPPENING

Greetings, my dear people.

So much has been happening. And all of it leading to this:

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I’m trying to sound calm. It is taking a huge-ass effort not to end every sentence in exclamation marks.

I’ll just bunch all of them up together here, so this post doesn’t irritate the shit out of you: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG **SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*

It’s been a stretch of no sleep, caffeine-fueled madness paint paint paint draw draw email email email text text text for days and days, I can’t remember how long.

I’m going to have to figure out how to make art and tell you about it while it is actually happening. Everything got fucking compressed this time around.

Starting backwards: 

I found the perfect space to show the works and have a party in.

I took over my parents’ house from top to bottom and finished the paintings.

They went on sale online. Look: weeds.sharonchin.com 

We sent out the invites. Did you get the email? Please please EMAIL ME (mail AT sharonchin DOT com) if you want to get on the mailing list, it’s the place I update first out of all the hoo-ha internet outposts.

The works sold out in two days. **Insert great joy and relief here**

And now…

I’m doing all the stressful, tiring, exciting things to prepare for the show and party on 10 March. One night only, like the circus.  Come.

This is my one rule for parties: people should come and feel fine being themselves. The extroverts can rock out, the introverts can sit down and read a book/be happy in their thoughts/have intense one-on-one conversations. You can be cool, you can be nerdy, you can be moody, you can be angry. You can be… WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT.

A million and one details.

How do I hang the works?

Will there be enough fans? (If you’re coming, wear light casual clothes. Merdekarya can get a bit warm)

Finding enough fucking plastic spoons for the amazing food that my chef brother, Darren Chin is making for the day.

Bringing artworks as gifts for the people who are performing at the open mic. 

But most importantly…

WHAT DO I WEAR?????

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Won’t be shaving. No time. 

I love you guys. See you there!

PS. There will be dancing

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How to get to Merdekarya?

Weeds: When & Where + BARRICADE

Hello!

This weekend I was in KL, because of family, and so I’ve been churning out paintings on the floor of my old bedroom. My back hurts so, so much. (I’m never disrespecting painters again. How the hell do they do it???)

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BTW, I found a space for the Weeds show! Merdekarya, an awesome new indie bookshop/space in Taman Petaling. (Just a few doors down from May N Mike’s, for all you makan enthusiasts.)

And a date: 10 March 2013. That’s a Sunday.

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I love Merdekarya so much. Because:

(1) It’s got such a neighbourhoodly feeling;

(2) It’s not a white-empty-wall box;

(3) Brian Gomez, one of the people that run it, says the name is pronounced “merde karya” — hehehe, geddit?

(4) It’s got this beautiful balcony:

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Photo is blur because I’m swooning.

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One of the Weed paintings (a flag triptych) is part of BARRICADE, now at Map@Publika. It’s a group exhibition about political art ‘n stuff, by the usual — and not so usual — suspects.

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Lookie here’s a photo of my work at the show, flapping in a rogue breeze that managed to infiltrate the gallery space guerrilla-style:

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NEWS + Messing with the WAY IT IS

I’ve been spending the whole week drawing and painting.

It’s been easy. I lose time. I lose myself. I stop for food and sleep, and if I beat the resistance, jogging. I’ve been ignoring mostly everything else, including the blog. I’m sorry. I get like this when in ‘maker’ mode. The truth is I feel like the most boring person on earth during this part of the process.

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‘Wow, the consistency of this fabric paint is the BIZNESS. So smooth.’

‘Whoever invented the chinagraph pencil is a freaking genius.’

(A chinagraph is a mix of wax and pigment wrapped in a tough paper shell. They’re cheap and write on almost anything. The best part is you ‘sharpen’ the pencil by peeling off layers of paper.)

‘Better get this under-drawing done while the light is still good.’

And so on. 

Halfway through flag #2 I got this uncomfortable feeling, like a hairball growing in the pit of my stomach. I coughed up the damn hairball and it spelled out: SHOW THESE FLAGS. DON’T WAIT.

Uh-oh. But but but, what about Epic Project? Ain’t got no time, not part of The Plan, etc. 

However, I have learned the hard way never to doubt the hairballs that come from my own gut. They are a gift from the universe and yourself, those hairballs. 

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So I’m going to show these flags, in the insanely near future. Probably before Chinese New Year, which is a couple of weeks away. It’ll be a one-night flash exhibition… somewhere. I don’t know where yet, or how. I’ll figure it out this weekend and you will hear about it VERY SOON.

Ok? OK. 

Now hold my hand and breathe out with me. 

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I want to tell you a little more about the flags. 

Yesterday night me and Zedeck went out at some ungodly hour on a Ops Kutip Bendera (flag harvesting mission). New Barisan Nasional flags had sprouted up all over town only a couple of days ago. We suspect it’s because tomorrow, the MB of Negeri Sembilan is slated to officiate the opening of PD Waterfront (a privately owned mixed commercial development).

I spent most of the time in the car, while Zedeck got the flags with a pair of bolt cutters. You know there are certain moments when you are sure someone loves you, that they have your back forever and ever? This was such a moment. When we got home, I even bowed to him as a formal thank you, for being my comrade. 

My logical brain KNOWS that those flags have no right to be there. What’s interesting is that I could feel my unconscious going into overdrive, steadily pumping out waves of irrational fear. If I had balls, they’d have shrunk to prunes. Zedeck, who does have balls, concurred. 

Legal? What’s legal? It didn’t matter. We were breaking the rules of the way it is. Transgressing. It wouldn’t have made a difference whether they were PAS, UMNO, DAP or PKR flags. We would have taken them anyway and felt the same level of chicken-shit fear. This system of politics is a relentless machine that drives our lives, and we were just two gnats bumping up against it, not even big enough to be irritating. 

The flags go up when they’re not meant to go up, you see them, you grumble, but that’s the way it is, right? Because it’s been like that as long as you can remember. 

That’s the way it is. 

Why do I have to go mess with the way it is? Who the fuck am I, to do that? 

I was thinking of the workers whose job it is to put those flags up. Why we gotta go mess with their jobs? They’re just earning a living.

Then I started to think a bit harder about why I’m doing this. What’s my purpose? Am I trying to raise awareness about indiscriminate political flag use in the public landscape? If that’s the case, I should get organized, put a team together, be an activist, write to the press or something. 

But I’ll be honest with you. This is not an activist gesture, in that it isn’t a concerted effort to get anything concretely done. It’s art. It’s what I do. It’s my job. And my job, I think, is to stay awake. To keep watch on what I see/think/feel/dream and share it with you in whatever way I can. That’s the whole of it. 

Anyone can do it, and I wish more would. 

Sure enough, today I drove around, and a lot of the flags we took were already replaced. 

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New brog! We Are the Weeds

Hello, dear people. How’s ARE you? 

The first week of the new year always sfeels like a training bra to me – everything’s bouncing around to see how it fits. 

I have art for you! 

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Last year, I started doing a drawing a day to get back into the feeling of making things again. (Art isn’t really something mystical, most of it is getting enough hand-eye coordination so you can bring the ideas in your head into the real world). 

Over a couple months I filled a notebook with drawings of all the weeds and unknown plants in my garden, a different one everyday. 

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Around the same time, Barisan National flags started popping up all over our town of Port Dickson. 

On the roadtrip, we passed this big mining pool on a deserted highway from Kuantan to Kuala Terengganu. It was stuck full of UMNO flags and looked like an art installation. 

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I remember our friend Azharr telling us about filming Malaysia’s biggest and oldest Cengal tree for his documentary about boat builders. He treks into the Pasir Raja forrest reserve and finally comes upon the 1,300 year-old ancient majesty. He looks up and…

Pinned to the tree is a PAS flag.

For months now, there’s been a feeling of not being able escape the flags. A flag to rule them all! Every person, rock and blade of grass. Every bridge, roadside and village! 

So Zedeck has been helping me to harvest the flags in our town so that I can paint weeds on them. 

This isn’t about political partisanship. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I’m not politically neutral. I’m not afraid of politics. I don’t hide in my house, doing hobbies and wishing it would all go away. No, I’m a citizen. I take part in the political process. 

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This is about goddamn political party flags and why they are in my neighbourhood, in my landscape and IN MY FUCKING FACE when it is not election campaign period.

This is about the arrogance that comes hand-in-hand with the will to power. The claiming of people, the earth and the very sky as property and tools. This is about overcoming my own helplessness, not by bitching about it on the internet, but by making art. 

This is about turning the tables, thinking instead about what the flags (and what they represent) can’t escape. 

This is about working with time, not against it. This is about the beauty, strength, weakness and enduring independence of weeds.

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We are the weeds.

We are in the buildings, the cracks, the fields, the roadsides.

Stubborn, that’s us.

We are many and not alone. 

We are on the side of time,

We have time on our side.

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Kamilah rumpai

Hidup di celah, gudang, padang, tepi jalan

Degil

Tak terbilang, tak bersendirian.

Kami berpihak, ya, kepada masa, 

Masa berpihak kepada kami. 

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P.S. Did I mention that this is also about being a #cheapartist by recyling ‘found’ materials?