Archive for June, 2010

Walking on Air

Tuesday, June 29th, 2010

Camera Obscura - Hat
Sun and clouds inverted into a Camera Obscura on the Man’s hat

Recently I slept inside of a Camera Obscura, and now I can’t stop shooting these curiosities every time I run across them.

In these photos the sun and clouds are projected onto the wall and floors of a dark cinema at the Sydney Biennale, on Cockatoo Island. After screening a video I shot the different camera obscura scattered around the dark room.

Camera Obscura - Floor
Here you can even see a tinge of blue from the sky

Camera Obscura - Wall
Reddish sun and wispy clouds projected on a plywood wall

Camera Obscura - Hat
Suns and clouds scattered onto the carpet

References

Friday, June 25th, 2010

Studio Table

My small studio littered with photos after a week of painting

Scattered across my studio tables are reference materials for paintings and my favorite fuel: coffee and a trail mix.

I’ll often use small-edition books with classic photos to get a feel for the characters I paint. Here I’ve opened this copy of Lost & Found: Hong Kong to a colorful photo of coiled incense by Blair Dunton; and Early Hong Kong Brothels by Cheng Po Hung has candid photos of women in early 20th century outfits. They’re reserved and flirtatious at the same time. Irresistible.

Risking it All: Painting [Hong Kong]

Tuesday, June 22nd, 2010

"Evil Paint" Hat

All dressed up to paint at the Venetian Macau, 2007

RISKING IT ALL

A few summers ago I was still learning how to breathe Hong Kong’s polluted air and wondering what the hell I was doing there. I had left Cambodia to explore opportunities in HK’s developed art market, and was debating my decision to settle in this pragmatic city that was so businesslike and money-obsessed.  It felt frigid even on the hottest days.

I sweltered through countless afternoons while I painted and printed Cyanotypes, too stingy to turn on the air-con in my studio, because the rent and deposit had wiped out my savings. But this wasn’t the first – or the last – time I’d gamble with my savings on my career.

I taught part-time private painting classes and threw monthly art events to showcase my work and that of local artists.  Eventually my perseverance paid off with several book and painting projects, but at the time I had no idea if my investment in my studio would break even, let alone put me into the black.

CHALLENGES

Today a British painter emailed me asking for advice on Mural Painting “in the Middle and Far East,”, he wrote. My stints with the Hong Kong Mural Society and painting at the Venetian Macau frequently lead people to my website and, they hope, to work in exotic locales. But it’s more difficult than ever for a Westerner to break into this industry, unless they’ve been sent over by companies based in their home country – companies I assume the writer has already contacted.

It’s a narrow field these days, Scenic/Mural Painting. As with most other creative industries, technology has replaced most of the human hands which once decorated our walls, buildings and billboards. And cheap labor has replaced much of what’s left. The protectionist labor guilds that keep painting wages relatively high in the West don’t exist in Asia.

To make a good living in the Asian commercial painting industry, you’ve got to:

1. Start your own company

or

2. Work 100-hour weeks for an hourly rate, competing with spry students who live with their parents, and hungry migrants from Nepal and the Chinese mainland like those I met in Macau, who slept on casino floors to save on hotel rooms. If you can get the work. And the work permit.

SUGGESTIONS

Here’s what I wrote to the artist:

“After doing more online networking in these regions, catch a cheap AirAsia flight to Kuala Lumpur, then a connecting flight to HK/Macau, and meet up with your contacts over dim sum or steak – whatever they prefer. In Asia, face to face networking is key. [Flights from London to HK can run at under US $800 return in off-peak season.]”

THE RISK: Show Up

Showing up shows commitment. It allows you to taste the polluted air and the incredible food of Asia’s cities and see the working conditions of a very different part of the world, where Western assumptions – about communication, even about contracts – are still alien. Maybe it’s the right place for you to work, maybe not. But potential employers will have no idea if you’re the right painter for them unless you meet in person, or are recommended by a trusted friend.

Only by showing commitment will an artist get anywhere. For some painters, that means showing up at their studio downstairs. Every day. For others like me, showing up means flying to a strange airport on the other side of the world, for work which may – or may not – ever happen, and occasionally agreeing to unexpected projects, which may not always be labelled Fine Art.

But nothing else compares to the adventures along the way.

Photo Book Exhibition

Thursday, June 17th, 2010

This Saturday I’ll be exhibiting my book Lost and Found: Hong Kong at the Australian Centre for Photography‘s Winter Book Fair in Sydney.

Four HK-based photographers and I contributed images to the book, which was published last year.

Stop by from 10am – 4pm and I’ll see you there.

Or you can order your copy of the book here.

Seductive Silhouettes

Tuesday, June 15th, 2010

Robert Rauschenberg turned a woman’s shadow into a Japanese screen. A dark circle in the upper-right corner comes from the UV light used to make the Cyanotype.

While I’ve used many kinds of negatives for my Cyanotype prints – including corkscrews, chopsticks, and most controversially, birth control pills – I’ve not yet used human bodies to make my work.

Artists have drawn, painted, and sculpted the body for millennia, so it’s only natural we’d transfer this desire to new media. Cyanotype prints are small or huge, depending on the size of the object/negative blocking the light.

Rauschenberg experimented with Cyanotypes, and naturally his female silhouettes proved to be popular – it takes only a glance at art history to see few collectors can resist a naked woman, even if she’s just a silhouette.

Click here to see him making a Cyanotype like the print above. (May be NSFW)

Why I Can’t Afford Cheap Art Materials

Thursday, June 10th, 2010

Studio Supplies

Studio table

I’ve always been preoccupied with the materials I use in my paintings and prints.  It’s been such an obsession I’m writing a book about my travels to discover different papers for artwork.

This week I stopped by an art store to replace some painting supplies I’d left in Bangkok.  Past the oils and watercolors I found their acrylic paints. Most were Australian brands I didn’t recognize, followed by a rack of your international standard Windsor & Newton; while they’re a high quality brand, I’m always on the lookout for something more interesting.

“What are your best artists’ grade acrylics and gesso?” I asked the clerk, a hipster in his late 20s with floppy hair and a ready smile.

He motioned to the Windsor & Newton and Australian brands and said, “These are all about the same quality. As for the gesso, well, gesso’s gesso. It’s all the same.”

Er, no it’s not. Student-grade or discount gesso has cheap fillers and an uneven texture I wouldn’t let near the custom-made paper I use for my paintings.

When you’re a student, it’s fine to use student-grade or discounted art supplies. But if you’re selling your work, you can’t afford to buy cheap art supplies.  The artist Kesha Bruce recently discovered her early acrylic paintings have been cracking on collectors’ walls due to the poor quality materials she’d once used.

A professional artist needs to know chemistry as well as the many other skills you don’t learn in art school, like writing press releases. Who knew?

Tales from a Cambodian Train

Monday, June 7th, 2010

Richard

Richard was a talkative student traveling home to visit his family for the weekend

Think bandits and pirates don’t exist anymore? In many places protection money is the price you pay for going home. Bandits terrorize the weakest in society, and have many guises. But they’re not all dapper dressers like Johnny Depp.

Five years ago I was painting and printing on Cambodian silk and teaching photography to kids near Angkor Wat, and made occasional trips to explore the country and hone my travelwriting skills.

Here’s my story of a train ride through the Cambodian countryside, where I encounter a beer-swilling bandit, giggling factory workers and students headed to their home villages to celebrate the Festival of the Dead, and my perspective from the cattle car.

This has been featured at my publisher’s ThingsAsian travel website. Read the story here.

Where to Buy your Books in Bali

Tuesday, June 1st, 2010

Bookstore shelves, Kuala Lumpur Airport

You can tell a lot about a place from its bookstores. Skim the shelves and you will get a good impression of the passions and the phobias of those around you. I’ve always been a book-obsessed geek but now that I’ve been published, browsing in bookstores counts as work too.

Here’s a selection from my recent travels:

The much-touted destination of Ubud was a disappointment from the moment I stepped into the street. Hustlers, bad paintings, and crumbling sidewalks jostled for attention from middle-aged European tourists. The bookstores were similarly disappointing, aside from Ganesha Books, which had a reasonable selection of new and used books.

Amed Beach is a fishing village that sprawls along the east coast of Bali, considered a well-kept secret for those looking to escape crowded tourist spots. It draws an assortment of hippies, rastas, and creative travelers like my neighbors who played Klezmer music on their steel banjos every afternoon at the beach. The Dutch owner of GaneshAmed hotel and bookstore has an eccentric library of old and obscure books on Bali/Indonesia and lends them out for a mere 30,000 rupiah each (around US$3). They also boasted the best selection of first edition paperbacks from dead travelwriters I’ve seen in awhile. I picked up copies of Stevenson’s The Suicide Club/Jekyll and Hyde, Graham Green’s Honorary Consul, Somerset Maugham’s The Sinners, and Thesinger’s Arabian Sands.

Candi Dasa is a fading beach town with a disappearing beach. Locals destroyed the coral reefs during construction of the area’s many resorts, and efforts are now belatedly recreating some of what was lost. The tourists there have similarly unimaginative taste in reading: the town’s bookstores are filled with cheap cookbooks and beach-reading paperbacks in assorted languages.

Denpasar Airport barely stocked any books at all, anywhere. I searched a dozen souvenir stores and found only one which sold a fraction of the books available in Kuala Lumpur. Still I picked up a copy of the bizarre “novel”/autobiography Country of Origin by the colonist-turned-Rive Gauche socialist, E. du Perron. This Periplus edition had been translated from [deadly dull?] Dutch into dreadful English but is an unusual portrait of early 20th century Indonesia.

So if you’re headed to Bali, you’re best off bringing your own books – or, better yet, writing your own tribute to the place while there.

Bonus: KL [In the Kuala Lumpur International Airport the AirAsia budget airline terminal, some of my fellow travelers had a touch of anti-Semitism (note The International Jew by Henry Ford - yes, that Ford) and a taste for trashy horror (Gravedigger's Kiss and 44 Cemetary Road by Malaysian author Tunku Halim). Their travel section was confined to Lonely Planet paperbacks - not a single work of travel literature to be found in the place. Plenty of business books, advice on feng shui, and managing stress and nutrition to round out the reading of your overworked international businessman-on-a-budget.]

About Me

I'm an american artist with an Asian focus.
I paint sharp-witted women.
I print blue photos of disappearing places. Sometimes I work in Sydney, sometimes I work in Asia. You can keep up and connect with me on Twitter, and Facebook, and Flickr

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