Collective Creative Activity

We formed as a collective of women artists because of our common situation/condition. We share similar, if not identical problems of isolation; both from other women artist and the general isolation of artists in a society which is alien to collective creative activity.(Women’s workshop, Artists’ Union, Spare Rib, July 1974, no. 20, p. 38)

Their statement illustrated the double-edged assault of feminism both against the nth of individual creativity which, in practical terms, results in isolation and exploitation for artists, and against the particular experience of women, cut off from each other and from public acknowledgment as artists. Working Collectively is both a reaction against an oppressive condition and a progressive critique of it. (Parker and Pollock, Fifteen years of feminist action: From practical strategies to strategic practices, Framing Feminism: Art and the Women’s movement 1970-1985, Padora, An Imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers, London, p3)

NOTE: This series of posts are collections of writings and other sources related to art and critical learning. I am at the moment using this blog space as my personal research journals for 1) a  practical reason: to not lose them amidst my scattered notes everywhere 2) an idealistic reason: perhaps someone else might find them useful….

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ELAN postcard final all .indd“In this Summer camp we invite the children to imagine a new world through collective art making. They will explore the meaning of the community and ecology though drawing, building, and upcycling.”

 

Day one. Furniture

Day two. Things with Wheels

Day three. Nature

Day four. House

Day five. Catching up

 

 

The best part of my job as an artist-mother is that I have the flexibility to bring my children to my work. On the way to Crayons de Soleil ( a friend’s atelier where the camp took place) Hope would ask me, “Umma, why do we have to go earlier before the children arrive?” I say it is because I want to be there to make sure everything is set up correctly before the children arrive. Then she asks, “We are the children too, then why do we have to go early?”

We had the same conversation every morning we were walking to the atelier. It seemed she found it amusing to get to be in the “backstage” of the classroom. After each class, while my partner and I were cleaning up and preparing for the next day, Hope and Faith found their corners with a picture book on their laps and unwound. Precious.

I want to summarize our five days of adventure by the following pictures.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Calendar 2018

Some of you may know that I am launching a crowd funding campaign for a book about motherhood ambivalence that I am currently working on. Before Christmas, I printed the calendar 2018 using the images from my previous work called Blessings. The twelve images are wearing totally new bright colours, starkly different from the original. They were printed in recycled paper using risograph printing process. The paper I used is thinner than what you would expect calendars to be on. The reason is that I wanted it to be able to hang easily and instantly with a rolled tape on the back or with your favorite washi tape along the top and bottom edges. Let me know what is your favourite way to display a calendar. 🙂  There are 35 copies available, and I apologise that it is really late for a new calendar already~

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My Journey of becoming a Mother Part Two cont.

My Journey of becoming a Mother Part Two cont.

I have always been interested in the idea of there’s-gotta-be-more-than-what-it-is. The movie, Contact (1997), is one of the few I watched and still resonates in me. The female antagonist’s (played by Jody Foster) has a faith that there would be something more than us humans in the universe. As a little girl, she was fascinated by the stars and so did I.

I feel strong connection to the stars because I feel they are the generous clues to the realities beyond my time. The possibility that there are other “times” other than the moment my senses recognise and that they are co-existing with this moment is wonderful. And isn’t time and space nothing but a stage for something that we call life, force, energy, or sprit?

I love the round orange moon that hangs an inch above the roof because there is something that needs to be decoded there.

The drawings of hypercubes were born with this kind of curiosity. I embarked on a research for the examples of the visualisation of the fourth dimension (which is the third dimension in time) and came across the works of Tony Robin (http://tonyrobbin.net/work.htm.) I was drawn to his work because of his use of color as architectural element to build dimensions. There is so much potential in this idea!

The morning sickness that accompanied my second pregnancy subsided as I constructed time with colours. The project’s nature was akin to a scientific experimentation with an object to discover how color-transformation can lead a movement in space, thus creating a sense of time resting in one place. With hypercube drawings, I used crosshatchings (making a surface with lines) and optical color blending. I created simply because I wanted to see what happens if…

I rarely have a good plan, in my art making or life. What you must have is a hope. Two months after the end of exhibition of the *Blessings II*, on a plain day following a blue moon of the year 2012, Hope, my second child, came into the world.

 

 

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Motherhood Journal

The Motherhood Journal #9

Musings on multidimensional reality on the doorstep of my adolescence, on the first day of Autumn.

My younger one, who is less-than-a-month short from being three, wraps his arm around my neck as I was carrying him to the outside. We wanted to say good-bye to my dad who was taking off for work. His black satan cruises away without a sound and we are standing in the doorway waiving good-bye. A movement catches our eyes, a black phoebe from a rooftop to the electricity line on a post.

One phoebe on six thick black horizontals is like looking at a computer game from the eighties where a Pacman could move only up-down and sideways.

Behind the flat screen, vast three dimensional space rolling upwards from the horizon over the trees. Sheep-shaped clouds scattered evenly by a mathematic formula receive the warmth of the new day, tinted in pink.

Motherhood Journal

Waiting #002

 

enough of living for the next month
next Christmas
for the next email message.

i heard feminism used to be all about the body talk
but for once i want to sign up or oblivionism–
glossing over life–maintaining that critical distance

or just any distance.

but the very act of wanting keeps me a prisoner
renders me a doomed wait-er