ART... AND STUFF

This terrible work week has finally ended.

I wanted to spend some time alone at the National Museum, but as always, I had to work overtime and didn't make it for the last entry to the museum. So I went to the Art Museum instead thinking there wouldn't be many people there (museums are usually pretty empty, or at least quite spacious, whenever I go) but I was so wrong. It was mad packed because the Night Festival was going on simultaneously and it just so happened to be raining outside. Since I was already there I just went in anyway.

Wandered around a bit and took a couple of pictures of the artwork I thought were interesting.

A mural made of individual shiny circles where people write down how they're feeling. I wanted to write one just to say out loud (sort of) what a shitty week it's been, but there weren't any empty circles left. Goes to show how great things were going for me this week, huh?

This. THIS was quite disgusting. It was an accumulation of hair (not human hair, I don't think) with hair curlers stuck in. They called it Shaggy.

I can't decide if this is extremely lame or possibly the coolest thing in front of me. It's dust.

A bowl of dust dating over a hundred years. More specifically, it's dust collected from a painting called Entrance to the Grand Canal from the Molo, Venice circa the 1740s. Yeah. I just thought it was amazing/bizzare/unbelievable, that this dust, the dust that had been floating around the air more than two and a half centuries ago, is just sitting in this little bowl in front of me. Maybe this dust even touched all those famous historians and whatever. Their particles are just sitting there. In that bowl.

Next to this bowl of dust was:

Dirt from the artwork Tampuhan from 1895. It also references another piece of artwork, which I have to say I am quite familiar with because I researched it for my presentation in my Art: East and West class, the 1915 black square by Kazimir Malevich. It's actually a pretty interesting piece of work if you read up about it. 

A painting of a shelf. On a shelf.

I just thought this looked nice. And also it reminded me of that movie with the same title.

I thought this was quite interesting. Bascially over the course of 3 years, this person, Song Ming Ang, asked people to write letters that they considered "personal". He then replied them with a mixed tape (well, a CD) customised to them. I guess the mix of songs depended on the emotions portrayed and the content of the letter? I don't know. One girl wrote about how she's never been able to commit to a serious relationship, another wrote about how she had been suicidal from the age of 8, and a guy penned down a letter (photographed here) to a girl that he never sent.

After this I strolled through a few more exhibits and left to find some food (I then realized that I hadn't eaten anything since 11am. It was 9pm by then). This was the last sight of the night:

The night show at the SAM!

It was nice having some alone time, despite the crazy crowd, but I did feel a little lonely. And I was also bummed that I didn't find the people giving out the balloons with blinking lights.

Oh well.

It's been tough couple days, being the punching bag for angry clients and making stupid mistakes when you know you can do better. Here's something to end this post, and this week.

It's not how good you are, it's how good you want to be by Paul Arden.

Photographed artwork are all from exhibits in the Singapore Art Museum.