Monday 26 May 2014

Art Writing in Malaysia

Having been writing about Malaysian art for at least nine years, I know that I shouldn’t be, but I am still surprised by the sheer vacuousness of what currently passes for some art writing in Malaysia. I make a distinction, however, between the two types of art gallery - the one which is highly professional and entreats good writing from people prominent in the field of art, and those that do are not, and do not. 

It is to the latter that I address the following……..

There are convoluted and confused catalogue or brochure prefaces, their un-insightful introductions and un-energised essays on art which dare to show their faces in those very same gallery catalogues and brochures, are often unintelligible to the reader of English. In Malaysian newspapers (especially) and Malaysian magazines, poorly informed writers shame the whole concept of art writing. Hastily written paragraphs flaunt ill-informed drivel and worse, are poorly constructed in the English language. Is it, therefore, not time that art historical and art critical writing was taught on English Writing courses, and compulsory (in which ever language) on art history/criticism courses in Malaysia, to overcome what has become the misnomer of art writing here.

To their credit, some Malaysian writers are very good at turning a sentence but, sadly, the best do not venture into the writing about art, but confine themselves to politics and social commentary. Moreover, there many more ‘writers’ who are barely adequate in the English language but muddle through because their editors are worse. Those that are good have scant knowledge about art, while those that are bad have no knowledge about art or writing. It is not hard to tell that much of the Malaysian art writing we see in public is Google translated from Malay or Chinese. The result is the worse kind of Manglish, or Chinglish, pretending to be English. But, because editors have little experience and/or knowledge of the English language, let alone Art History, these dire diatribes pass muster in which ever media is proud to publish them.

Google translations are easily spotted by their convoluted content; overly florid use of language and bizarre, often antiquated, English idioms are thrown in for good measure. This occurs because those who may be knowledgeable about Malaysia art have poor English language skills, and are unable to write coherently in the language. This is a pity, as it limits their audience to either Chinese reading or Malay reading peoples, and closes those article/essays off to an International (English reading) audience. Surely, if translations are necessary, it would be better to hand the original script over to a human translator who has the capability of an accurate translation, from whichever language, rather than rely on mechanical translators which have no ‘feel’ for the languages they are translating into. I once stood in an art gallery, on an island off the coast of peninsula Malaysia turning an exhibition catalogue upside down, round and round because the ‘English’ was, to me, undecipherable. 

Sadly, Malaysian art articles e.t.c. are frequently written by ‘writers’, and especially writers in newspapers, who have only a passing knowledge of art, while many do not even have that, but simply ‘wing it’. Few of that ilk of art writers have attended art school, even fewer art schools outside of Malaysia. Practically none of the current newspaper or magazine art writers have attended courses on art history, art theory or art writing, especially at Post-Graduate level. It is because of this that writers confuse multi-coloured with ‘psychedelic’, Expressionism with Impressionism, Futuristic with Futurism and seem to have very little knowledge of anything beyond those. Dada, Surrealism, and even Cubism, are scantly mentioned except where it overlaps with the writer’s recognition of Picasso, and contemporary art seems to elude them altogether. Malaysian gallery owners are equally as guilty, as many have no academic background in art but only a desire to profit from it, and so are unable to recognise good, bad or ugly art writing.

It has become a modern truism that Malaysian articles must praise (fan) their subjects, rather than be objective and critique. Too much Malaysian art writing is simply ‘advertorial’ (advert dressed up as editorial), where the writer (or newspaper/magazine) is paid to praise an artist, his/her work or an exhibition. No critique is involved. It is not objective, but subjective in the worse possible way, and maybe this is due to the writer’s lack of art education or unfair expectations of the art world.

It is only through critique, the art of analysis and assessment, that artists may move forward with their work, Constant praise only holds back an artist’s momentum, inhibits their growth as an artist. It is therefore the purpose of an art writer to decipher the work of art, to bring his/her experience and knowledge to bear on the unravelling of the mysteries inherent within each artwork, and report their findings. It is the opposite of the fawning and fanning which currently occurs. Critiquing is a valued but hefty task, requiring specific skills and not just a passing fancy for the art object. Critics must be knowledgeable, learned, impartial, careful but nevertheless judgemental in a way which feeds back to artists where aspects of their work need attention. 

Malaysia needs art courses which will make distinctions about things, ask fundamental questions about art, life, philosophy. Students need grounding in the philosophy of art as well as art history and art criticism. Proposed studies would include wide-ranging knowledge of the arts, giving students an opportunity to sample many different areas of art, writing and thesis preparation as well as a chance to study visual imagery in its myriad forms from the graphic art of design, sequential art, art of indigenous peoples as well as art and art histories of the East and the West. The study of art and the practice of writing should be studied side by side, to produce well rounded art critics for all our futures.


FYO the writer has a post graduate degree in art history & theory, and a second in gallery studies (the study of collections, galleries and museums), as well as an honours degree in philosophy and two diplomas in art and design, and graphic design. All gained in the UK.

Friday 23 May 2014

Ikan Mati 1

Ikan Mati 1 2008

For nearly seven years I was living in rural Malaysia, two hours away from the capital Kuala Lumpur, in a land of lakes - remnants of Tin Mining. During this time I was concerned with capturing the essence of the area in which I was living, the environment and the people.

While much of my work was concerned with the abundance of flowers all year long, and the close proximity of what remains of the jungle, indigenous tribes people, I had become fascinated with trying to depict both the eating habits, and also the leisure activities of many of the local people - Malays and Chinese especially, as there were few Indians close by. The chief leisure activity seemed to be fishing - in the Mining Pool lakes opposite my bungalow house.

Men, and it was mostly men, would arrive at the series of lakes opposite my house early morning, or early evening. It was too hot amidst the sand, to fish during the punishing heat of the day. They would mostly fish for Talipia, which occurred mostly in black, though there were some red ones too. Flowerhorn fish survived there too, though to catch one was a rarity. One enterprising Chinese man would come with a large net, cast it out, then wait and wade into the lake to pull the struggling fish to himself. Another hoisted a flat bottomed boat into the lake and net cast from that.

Ikan means fish in Malay, and Mati death. The image is literally Dead Fish. I had visited the morning market in the nearest town (Kampar) many times, and was intrigued by the different types of dried fish available. Over time I bought various types of dried fish, photographed them and set about making those images my own to represent the people and place in which I was living, using Photoshop layers. Each image would have multiple layers of photographs and therefore a composite.

Ikan Mati 1, is one of three fish images created between 2005 and 2012.

Monday 19 May 2014

Digital Batik

I have been  told that I don't tell the world about the 'artist side of myself, enough.

Since very young I have been creating (pre-school if my mother can be believed). I graduated to oil paints, then to acrylics and found myself airbrushing in the 1980s. I was interested in manuscript painting and Indian miniatures, and after a trip to Rajasthan and buying some brushes from miniature painters I started painting in gouache. During the late 1990s and early 2000s I painted quite large gouache paintings, with lots of detail, but after my first experiments with Adobe Photoshop 4, and moving to Malaysia, I switched entirely to digital art.

From time to time I will post some of my digital art here, in preparation for a forthcoming exhibition of my work in Cheras, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.

Digital Batik (1) 2007
Throughout my stay in Malaysia I have been fascinated with the country. I lived in rural Malaysia for almost 7 years, and while there made a great many digital creations from the countryside I saw around me. With Digital Batik, I wanted to recreate the idea of batik, something synonymous with and representing Malaysian design. Using a variety of digital software, and photographs I took from my surroundings I created this image, which is one in a series. Printed, this series is about 20 inches tall, though originally they were not made to be printed but to be shown on digital screens.

Thursday 8 May 2014

Be Nice People, Be Nice to People (a critique of artists)

I often have wondered why 'serious' artists, as opposed to frivolous perhaps, are so pretentious. Is there something about the act, or thought processes involved in making serious contemporary art that makes the makers into such pretentious people.

The higher up the slippery contemporary gallery ladder, and the greater the bucks their 'works' achieve, the more arrogant, self important and ego stricken these Contemporary Artists seem to become. Perhaps the artists feel that they need to compete with their art works, to be as pretentious as them, outstrip them in their clamour for oddity and fame, or is that infamy. It is all raw ego.

The idea of Con Art, that is Contemporary Art as a confidence trick, is being muted about, and with each pretension gains more credence. Contemporary Art continues to divorce itself from the ordinary man, heaping up poorly understood philosophies and dabbling with psychologies and politics. Yes, DADA and Surrealism were there first. In those times there was shock value to DADA's collages, and Surrealism's juxtapositions, but no longer. Even the resurrected DADA calling itself Pop Art was but a pale copy of the original. We yawn at tanks with sharks or half cows, at piles of bricks being hailed as Art. The more academic the artwork the less it resonates with the less academic minds of the rest of us. Now Contemporary Art is rapidly becoming Con Art, and it's makers Con Men.

I had been at a gallery in Kuala Lumpur, assisting with some words for an interesting and friendly artist. In came a self important 'artist', a supposedly 'international' artist who evidently felt the glare of the grey gallery walls was too strong, as he kept his John Lennon/Yoko Ono sunglasses on as he brushed past me, leaving me holding out my business card to thin air. I was polite and proffered it a second time. He condescended to accept it. I held my peace, as Mr Ego is a client of the gallery's owner.

It was the second time, within minutes, that I had been reminded of the audacities of the art world. The first, was having seen another auction/gallery owner who is well known for his aggressive interactions with individuals he considers inferiors, as opposed to the fawning he undertakes with those with money and power. It was a healthy reminder that not all in the world of arts are nice people, or indeed people any honest artist/writer would want to be associated with, and it was not my first time to be looked down upon by the rich and famous.

There was that time in Liverpool, upon meeting one of my favourite Liverpool poets, who was more interested in himself and the girl I was with, than listening to me, his fan. Another time was in London, at a comic convention. I accidentally bumped into a TV personality and his friend - a well known DJ. They assumed I wanted autographs, I didn't. I wanted to rifle through the comic book boxes they were standing in front of. They left disappointed. I got the comics I wanted.

Fame, or imagined fame, does seem to go to some peoples' heads. They forget who put them where they are, and just how quickly all that fame and fortune can disappear. There are seasons to art, to personalities, to DJs and yes even poets. There is the old adage, be careful who you tread upon on the way up, because they will still be there, waiting, when you are in your way down. Be nice people, and be nice to people. I have not named names, deliberately, but they know who they are.