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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.

Interview: The Creative Life

Monday, March 8th, 2010

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Entry to The Artists Place, the studio where I’m currently working in Bangkok

Cynthia Morris at Original Impulse recently interviewed me about how I manage to live this crazy creative life that I do. We talk about paper, people, places, and more.  ”Take a tea break,” she says, “and join the conversation below”.

You can listen to the audio interview here.

Sapphire Geisha

Wednesday, February 3rd, 2010


Image Used With Permission From Beauty And The Bath Geisha Hair Gallery

This geisha’s photo could have been printed on postcards or sold to a private client. She was taken by a professional studio photographer. Cyanotypes were an affordable way for photographers to test the density of their negatives, and were rarely preserved. But  this beautiful picture was kept and chemically toned to a more neutral sapphire blue.

The final image would have been a more traditional black-and-white or sepia-toned print, probably hand-tinted with color.

Thanks to Beauty and the Bath for the use of this image.

Brutal and Beautiful

Monday, February 1st, 2010

I’ve just backed up my laptop and rediscovered forgotten images.

Some Thai boxing photos from a week in Hua Hin, 2005:


Low light photos with no flash turn a brutal scene into a beautiful one.

Colors and highlights are painted onto a dark background.

The effect is rich like pastel on sandpaper.

Movements sketched onto the lens by slow exposures.

I looked at the fight through my lens, one round at a time.

The camera didn’t leave my eyes till the boxers had finished fighting.

There were boys who’d taken steroids then stopped, and men at their prime who still took them.

Any accomplishment demands intense physical and mental power.

Psych out your opponent and you’re halfway to victory.

Each win means there are more who wait to fight you.

And one day you’ll stop winning. What then?

How To: Expose your Cyanotype

Friday, January 29th, 2010

If you’ve ever wondered how I make the blue cyanotype prints that saturate my website, have a look at the pictures below.

Whether you’re printing on silk, wood, plaster or paper, all you need are:

1. Chemicals and water,

2. a Surface for printing

3. a Design, and

4. Sunlight

1. First, mix these powdered chemicals with 100cc of water each:

* Ammonium iron(III) citrate (‘green’ variety) 25g
* Potassium ferricyanide K3[Fe(CN)6] 10g

The chemical names might sound toxic but they’re not – unless you eat them with your lunch.

Supplies are available from Photo Formulary, or just Google “Cyanotype” to find one near you.

2. Paint the silk – or paper, or wood, or whatever you’ve got – with a brush or roller. Avoid brushes with metal surfaces; they’ll react with the iron-based chemicals.

Dry in a dark room.

3. Set up your image in a semi-dark room. Your design could be leaves like this, or a digital negative printed on acetate for photos, or any objects that block light in an interesting way. Take a look at my portfolio for examples.

4. Expose your image outside in direct sunlight. Developing time will vary depending on climate, strength of chemicals, and the objects you use, anywhere from 10-80 minutes. You know the print is finished when it’s darkened to Prussian blue then lightened again.

Final step: Rinse the print for up to 10 minutes. Add some vinegar/citric acid to the rinse water.

Your final impression is the unique combination of light, water, and chemistry of a particular day. Every printing session has unexpected variables depending on your water acidity, the pollution or cloud cover, and where in the world you are.

And most of all, it depends on your creativity.

Photo of Today: Caramel and Butterscotch Cake

Wednesday, January 6th, 2010

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Rice terraces in the hills near Lao Cai, Vietnam, near the Chinese border

NOT! But wouldn’t it be delicious if these tiers really were a giant caramel cake?

We were headed to a Red Dao hilltribe village in northern Vietnam, looking for handmade paper made of rice straw. It had rained that morning and the asphalt was heating up just before midday. I tapped my guide on the shoulder to stop our motorbike. Took this photo from the back seat. Framed and bracketed it with a handful of shots, then we were off to the mountains.

Sticky Rice + Sun = Rice Crackers

Wednesday, December 9th, 2009

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Rice crackers dry in the sun along the river, Luang Prabang

I’ve just begun the first draft of the Lao portion of my book on handmade paper, and am having continual flashbacks to my too-short time there earlier this year.

Laos distinguish their cuisine from neighboring Thai and Vietnam by their emphasis on sticky rice. When in Northeast Thailand and in Laos, don’t pass up the chance to enjoy sticky rice with your meal.

Like a savory rice krispie cake, this is a delicious and nutritious way to get your sticky rice quotient for the day. Once dry in the sun, these crackers are deep fried. You dip them in an assortment of delicious sauces with a fishy flavor at a riverside restaurant, then sit back and wait for your next BeerLao. It might well take awhile to arrive, but laid back Laos gives the illusion you’ve all the time in the world.

It’s Not You, America. It’s Me

Sunday, November 29th, 2009

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Senior class Photos

“There’s nothing wrong with you, it’s me,” is the unimaginative white lie tacked onto the end of too many relationships. Last time I said it was at a wine bar in Edinburgh during their Festival ten years ago, to some poor guy who’d flown out to meet me there. In a recent interview with Accidental Expats I explained why I left the US permanently: “the priorities of my birth country are not necessarily my own. Instead I seek to savor a few of the many experiences that the world offers in different locations.”

Priorities include retailer-driven holidays: Valentine’s Day, Christmas and Hallowe’en. As Kelsey Timmerman wrote, “Black Friday: The day the American Consumer takes full advantage of Cheap Labor around the World.” Where the focus is on sentiment and stuffing faces. Where stuff serves as a distraction from substance.

Thanksgiving’s a particularly ambivalent holiday for me. I went to school with kids from many different backgrounds. Some of my great-great-great grandparents fled European wars to live in the US, while my Hmong friends’ families had fled persecution that stemmed from the American war in Laos. Other friends’ ancestors had been brought over with fewer options: as slaves and indentured servants. Opportunism was in our genes and in our American mythology. But for some classmates, Thanksgiving was a reminder of what they had lost with the pestilence and the underhanded treaties that had squeezed their families onto reservations. Every year we had discussions about the less savory sides of our country’s history, which were rarely addressed in our textbooks.

Perhaps it’s because what American culture I do experience is online and more mainstream now, but I don’t hear much from those voices anymore. As I’ve said before, America’s not the only country with this problem: every time I walk to the train station I pass a mural depicting massacres of local people. I’ve spoken with Cuban painters about the island’s indigenous people who were completely exterminated by the Spanish. But while I’m thankful for so much in my life, as this writer puts it best, “Thanksgiving can never be just a day of thanks”

Dinner with Graham Greene

Thursday, November 26th, 2009

Cemetery Sketching, Paris
Sketching in a Cemetery, Paris 1998

Recently I headed to my favorite local cafe for a dinner break with a slim book, The Quiet American by Graham Greene. I looked forward to some good background music and a healthy fresh meal on dishes I wouldn’t have to wash afterwards. I’d been writing much of the day and preparing sketches for a new painting. Preoccupied with afterimages from the sketching session, I didn’t notice the notebook on my table after I placed my order.

A man around my age suddenly sat down across from me. I looked up from my book, startled, and he belatedly asked, “Mind if I sit here?” Actually, I did mind. He was good-looking: tall and slender with tousled curly hair, nice clothes that hadn’t seen an iron in awhile, but even if I had been single, I would’ve had no time for him.

“I’m working,” I said, though hadn’t thought of it that way before. I was reading The Quiet American for the fifth time for pleasure but also for the book I’m writing: to sift through Greene’s prose looking for his impressions of a Vietnam that disappeared decades before my first visit there. This guy was apparently a friend of a friend, but I had no interest in distraction by strangers, whatever their intentions. The man stood up, apologized, and left with his notebook.

In the past I’ve always focused on either writing or visual work; rarely have I done both at once intensely, simultaneously as I am now. Until I wrote a friend I didn’t realize how packed my schedule is these days:

8am-9am: Writing online
9am-Noon: Misc. admin or head straight into painting/visual work
Noon-1pm: Lunch and misc. emails
1pm-5/6: Visual work – painting, photography, printing
6-9pm: Yoga class, dinner, online writing, etc
9pm-Midnight/2am: Offline writing, sometimes Twitter

But this schedule is my choice: in order to complete the book and Calendar Girls in time for a US tour next fall, this is what I’ve got to do. For the next several months. The daily accomplishments keep me going: meeting my word counts, adding highlights and midtones to a painting.

And, really, who wouldn’t rather have dinner with Graham Greene than with a stranger?

Photo of Today: Pinwheels

Sunday, November 22nd, 2009

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From the Tin Hau Festival in our village on Lamma Island, Hong Kong. It’s held at the beginning of each summer, and celebrates the birthday of the Goddess of the Sea. Pinwheels’ spinning in the wind will bring good luck and smooth sailing for the coming year.

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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