Sunday, 29 December 2013
Tuesday, 17 December 2013
Lim Kim Hai, Solo, 69 Fine Art Gallery
As we jovially walked down that antediluvian equatorial brick staircase, moss and tree ferns grew silently in the romantically dim gardens of 69 Fine Art Gallery. Anticipating the exhibition, I recalled the hazy, golden, apple orchards of my youth. At age 10, I had run free through hundreds of acres of apple trees whose names, except a few, have returned to the teacher.
I slowly grew amidst Cox’s Orange Pippin, Discovery, D’Arcy Spice and so many more varieties of Eve’s fruit. Apples framed my pubescent years. Rotting, cider bound fruits scented my growth, just as they had scented the insides of Tolkien’s Hobbit barrels. Apple blossom graced my summers. I was too young for Rosie and cider. I was just some Arthur Ransome character wannabe, all apple bound and confined by creeping Englishness.
In my latter years apples became designed by The Fool (Dutch artists Simon (Seemon) Posthuma and Marijke Koger), for The Beatles, and by Rog Janoff - as a logo for that infamous computer company.
Back in the tropical warmth of Malaysia, and exiting those exquisitely rambling nightly gardens, inside 69 Fine Art Gallery we were welcomed by bright lights and cool air conditioning. Having been washed by gallery currents, I nearly passed out (Tomber dans les pommes) as we were welcomed by a triumvirate of charming French expatriates. Firstly, a most seductively inviting Frenchman who could put Charles Aznavour to shame, smiled as wide as any Cheshire cat, and was accompanied by two even more enchanting and alluring French women - my mind swept to Catherine Deneuve and Jeanne Moreau, me being of that age. The evening had begun very well.
We were there, at the opening of an exhibition by Chinese Malaysian artist Lim Kim Hai, aka the Apple Man for reasons which shall become obvious. I had been introduced to his work some time previously, in some small selling gallery in the wilds of Kuala Lumpur. I had been curious as to why a Malaysia artist had taken apples as his subject. The answer was in this exhibition.
Lim Kim Hai initially had studied in Singapore’s Nanyang Academy of Fine Arts, before heading off to France’s ecole Nationale Superieure Des Beaux Arts, in Paris. There was a moment of ‘eureka’ as I realised that France, an apple producing country, has nurtured artists with a great love of painting apples (pommes). Two exceptional French artists - Chardin and Cezanne had both delighted in still life paintings of apples. You might recall Dish of Apples by Paul Cézanne (Aix-en-Provence)1876–77, Still Life with Jar, Cup, and Apples (Aix-en-Provence) 1877 or Still Life with Apples and a Pot of Primroses (Aix-en-Provence)1891–92. Likewise Chardin’s series of Apples (and Oranges), combining modernity and sumptuous beauty in one of the most important still lifes produced by the artist in the late 1890's. Even neighbouring Belgian Surrealist painter René Magritte, in Son of Man (1964), had a shot at painting that pomaceous fruit.
As we sauntered the gallery, walls of apples tumbling, falling, rising, sitting as subjects made me think of Bilbo, The Hobbit and Lake-Town, though not necessarily in such a negative sense as Fili (from the book, not the film).
Though Malaysia had never been known for growing apples, it being too moist and far too hot, the Sarawakians in Ba’kelalan have laboured long and hard to, at last, bring Eve’s fruit to Malaysia. So maybe it is timely that a French art gallery founder (Patrice Vallette), in Kuala Lumpur, should also present apples to the equatorial public. Perhaps, then, it is timely to bring a Malaysian artist, who has reveled in painting apples as his subject during his lengthy sojourn in France, to a Malaysian audience becoming increasingly familiar with the fruit.
Alluring Angkor and the recent works of Yeo Eng Hin
There is an intriguing interiority and an exciting exteriority to the recent paintings of Yeo Eng Hin. Intimations of French Impressionism and nuances of an emotional, and spiritual, Expressionism grace the acrylic and oil (mixed media) canvases of this gentle man painter. Yeo captures the essences of his subject well, and transports us, his viewers, into a land both venerable and seemingly superbly supernal - that of Cambodia’s ancient Angkor.
The imposingly graceful Angkor, magnificent city of hewn stone temples, was created by skilled craftsmen during Khmer (Cambodian) Empires from the 9th to the 15th centuries. It was revisited by French naturalist and explorer M.Henri Mouhot in 1860, and noted in his travel journals. Angkor is an imposing city comprising of Hindu and Buddhist temples which cover 400 glorious square kilometers, outside Siem Reap, Cambodia. The intrepid painter Yeo has sojourned in Angkor numerous times to internalise, and reveal, the gentleness, tranquility and deep seated spirituality of that wondrous city. Angkor has the sagacious reputation of turning writers into poets, adventurers into acolytes and painters into masters, and such is the case with Yeo Eng Hin.
So seldom does the rendering of a subject fuse so perfectly with the psyche of the subject itself. It is as if Malaysian painter Yeo has absorbed some of the peaceful tranquility from that great Khmer city and rendered it, and his reflections upon it, for we exhibition visitors to marvel at. And marvel we do.
Nanyang (Singapore) and Paris trained Yeo has evidently come of age in his astute Angkor paintings. Skillfully blending an ethereal, impressionistic, haziness, acute architectural perspective with splash painted Expressionistic texturing, Yeo brings all the grace and otherworldliness of ancient city of Angkor alive. Drifting cantaloupe coloured monks stray like benign specters amidst aged and ancient stone. We onlookers become uncertain if these monks are unsubstantial echoes, ghosts in time, or present day samaner (novice monks), wandering in silent magnificence. As we gaze, we can feel the immense solidity of weathered stone cubes, hand carved, crafted to form pillars, now beset with all colours of aged lichen. Yeo’s painterly skill reveals the grace of balletic Apsaras and scalloped Buddhas; their hands pressing palm against palm in the sampeah - a welcoming salute to we who view.
These Angkor paintings are no mere capriccio, but a Turneresque dream of Eastern enlightenment and sublime enchantment. We witness and wonder, as Yeo skillfully blends cool and warm colouration to enhance our experience of the grandeur, and humbleness of his noble subject. As we stand before these paintings we become gently lulled, as if in a smoky miasma, drawn into a peaceful serenity greatly uncommon in the hustle and bustle of Malaysian modernity.
With an artist’s vision more acute than digital photography, Yeo Eng Hin, as visionary painter, presents us with both impressions and with expressionistic feelings. Feelings are invoked by the skill of the adept painter, his masterful layering, sleek stroke-making, poignant paint splashing. Light and dark are woven,‘manipulated’, to give birth to the illusion of depth and the depth to illusion. Bright, dark or sun-rising skies bring warmth or cool to our perceptions of the painter’s Angkor. Impressions are rendered in fleeting glimpses of mid-ground and background, seemingly inconsequential trees, and brisk bushes. Our vision becomes constantly guided. Yeo is our painter tour guide. He leads us into his perspectives, as we become unhurriedly herded by his skillful brushwork. In the land Yeo has created, ethereal monks and mysterious gateways arouse our curiosity. They become revealed by Yeo’s thaumaturgic, painterly, enchantment and suddenly appear to delight and astound.
If there were to be criticism of these works, it would of scale. I should delight in much larger works, works to truly get lost in - like some aging Alice in a dream that is a Cambodian wonderland.
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