The bird nest interior of the Pasar #bandungtripping
Cute mini trishaws #bandungtripping
#wordoftheday is wara-wiri! To meander? Wander around. Something of the sort. 😀 #bandungtripping
Word of the day – jasuke! JAgung, SUsu & KEju! XD #bandungtripping
Donuts with cocoa pops from #bandungtripping! Thanks Deni, selamat ulang tahun! XD
Kuih cubit with Oreo. Best eaten fresh! #bandungtripping
Today JC and I stopped by Lawangwangi.
NO REGRETS — easily the most entertaining way to spend the afternoon. They had an exhibition on the Bandung Contemporary Arts Awards finalists, and there were a few that really made me stop, think and stare. Such great concepts, and excellent execution. My hats off to you all! =D
The winner probably went with this in mind – “Winners are those who made history.” And so he did! He created a ‘museum exhibit’ about a fictional activist championing LGBT rights. He thought that this should have made history, and since there is none in Indonesia, he made it himself. (the ultimate troll!) The collection consists of a write-up of the activist’s life, his journey and his battles that made himself a figure in history. There were personal effects, i.e. glasses, loudspeaker, cassette tapes, clothing. There were pamphlets and booklets about his cause and the party that he created to rally people to this cause. There was even an audio recording of an interview with this person (or at least a transcript of it). Blew me away because, I really really thought it looked rather out of place in what was supposed to be an art exhibition!
The runner up — was trying to get his idea across that the rural and the urban may not be very far apart geographically, but everything else could have such a stark difference! So what he did was that he went to a fairly nearby fishing village (around 22kms away from Bandung City) and dragged a fishing boat on ashpalt that entire distance! Ashpalt represents progress / change / advancement, and yet these people were still toiling away and living hand to mouth. The exhibit was the fishing boat (of course) and the video documentary of his journey with the boat being dragged by the artist himself.
There was another one, about how this artist went to Berlin and because he could not understand what they were saying, the washed over him like music. How he expressed it was beautiful though. He took several panoramas of Berlin life (at public parks, flea markets, etc.) and he punched holes where the people were at to represent the ‘tune’ that they were singing. So this looked like a tape that you would put through a musical box, and when wound the holes would play a tune of sorts, and it sounded rather pleasant. Very very impressed by this one.
Also another that I quite liked was the installation on the wall comprising of an arrangement of enamel cups (like those our grandparents used to have) and a stirring-like contraption made out of wire and bolts. The idea behind this was that in the village that the artist was from, the village had a history of producing sugar. And so he decided to explore the history of sugar processing and the people behind this. He discovered something interesting in the course of this. In the local culture, when adding sugar to tea, a sign of nobility was to stir the sugar into the tea quietly. The tinkling sound that the spoon would make when someone stirred sugar noisily into the tea was a sign of the lower classes. “You are, after all, the tea that you make.”