Perhaps too readily...
Because instead of looking like this (not the guy lah, mind you!):
I end up looking like an archbishop:
*Cover face and SOB*
Monday, March 30, 2009
The importance of being HAIR-raising
Finally fed-up with my annoying flopping fringe which has done nothing but irritated my eyes and obstructed my view, I nodded my head readily when my brillant hairstylist proposed to chop off my fringe.
Perhaps too readily...
Because instead of looking like this (not the guy lah, mind you!):
I end up looking like an archbishop:
*Cover face and SOB*
Perhaps too readily...
Because instead of looking like this (not the guy lah, mind you!):
I end up looking like an archbishop:
*Cover face and SOB*
Sunday, March 29, 2009
He, with the evil eye
I had to get accustomed to the no-shopping-on-Sundays when I first came to this country. When the weather gets too chilly to do anything outdoors and yet too depressing to coop up at home, off we would go and hit the museum.
Once, I was browsing the museum when I came upon a grotesque that was Otto Dix. I remember I was instantly drawn to his paintings. I stood in front of them and studied the biting realities which were skilfully and boldly etched on the canvas or sketched on paper.
His works are quite sinister I must say. Through his experience of fighting on various fronts during World War I, his paintings depict the brutality and the horrors of the war. Though his work on portraits of family, friends or strangers is not as ghastly as his post-war paintings, they all possess a certain ugly quality in them. Dix accentuates the weakness and the worst traits of his subjects, with no attempts to hide any flaws. For example, a pair of harsh-looking old lovers, old prositutes crouch in unnatural positions, a joyless mother holding her new-born baby, or the unsmiling children at play. Whether it is to depict the decadency in the post-war Weimar society, or to document the cruelty and sadness of the war, or to present the state of his sitters were in, his paintings are shocking and yet strangely alluring at the same time.
During World War II, he was forced to conform to Nazi's rule and started painting landscapes to earn a living. Even these supposedly innocent landscapes are dotted with black flying crows or dark hanging clouds, illustrating the bleakness and grim due to the world war.
His finest work would have to be the triptych titled Großstadt (Metropolis) which depicts the contradictions of the post-war German society: the decadency along side poverty, returning soldiers who are mentally or physically scarred with prostitutes littering the streets. The central panel shows the famous German 'Golden Twenties' where the rich (ironically, his wife, friends and acquaintances) who can afford to dance all night while the side panels offer the contrasting realities on the same night: a grim parade of the mutilated, the legless soldiers who are stumbling about on crutches in the poor end of town and of prostitutes grotesquely strutting past elaborate marble facades in the richer part of the city. Dix featured himself as one of the cripples.
Once, I was browsing the museum when I came upon a grotesque that was Otto Dix. I remember I was instantly drawn to his paintings. I stood in front of them and studied the biting realities which were skilfully and boldly etched on the canvas or sketched on paper.
His works are quite sinister I must say. Through his experience of fighting on various fronts during World War I, his paintings depict the brutality and the horrors of the war. Though his work on portraits of family, friends or strangers is not as ghastly as his post-war paintings, they all possess a certain ugly quality in them. Dix accentuates the weakness and the worst traits of his subjects, with no attempts to hide any flaws. For example, a pair of harsh-looking old lovers, old prositutes crouch in unnatural positions, a joyless mother holding her new-born baby, or the unsmiling children at play. Whether it is to depict the decadency in the post-war Weimar society, or to document the cruelty and sadness of the war, or to present the state of his sitters were in, his paintings are shocking and yet strangely alluring at the same time.
During World War II, he was forced to conform to Nazi's rule and started painting landscapes to earn a living. Even these supposedly innocent landscapes are dotted with black flying crows or dark hanging clouds, illustrating the bleakness and grim due to the world war.
His finest work would have to be the triptych titled Großstadt (Metropolis) which depicts the contradictions of the post-war German society: the decadency along side poverty, returning soldiers who are mentally or physically scarred with prostitutes littering the streets. The central panel shows the famous German 'Golden Twenties' where the rich (ironically, his wife, friends and acquaintances) who can afford to dance all night while the side panels offer the contrasting realities on the same night: a grim parade of the mutilated, the legless soldiers who are stumbling about on crutches in the poor end of town and of prostitutes grotesquely strutting past elaborate marble facades in the richer part of the city. Dix featured himself as one of the cripples.
Before he painted Großstadt in colour, he did a sketch of it with charcoal and pencil on paper. The black and white sketch is just as stark and blatantly shocking as the coloured painting.
His other masterpiece Der Krieg (The War) is one of the most powerful documents of man’s inhumanity to man. It consists of 51 prints. With a nightmarish and hallucinatory quality, he denounced the heinousness of the destruction in place of glorifying heroism.
In Triptych of the War the devastating remains after a shelling is presented: human cadavers are everywhere with flesh and blood strewn all over. A masked figure stands in the foreground contemplating the devastating human waste. Above him is a dead soldier with severe burns which left him half flesh and half skeleton.
His works are no doubt disturbing. But instead of repelling, they are intriguing and hold me spellbound. I can't get enough of them.
..ich habe Tatsachen gemalt, die vor Jahren genauso gültig waren wie heute, morgen und immer. Das Leben kann schön und schrecklich sein. Also ich muss auch das Schreckliche und Furchtbare machen…
- Otto Dix
Sunday, March 22, 2009
A case of decaying beauty?
Garden dwarf in chocolate by Dieter Roth.Apparently, this piece of work is as old as I am.
I hope I am aging as gracefully as it does...
Eh, what's that strange odour?
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Look what look!
We were in line, waiting to pay at our friendly neighbourhood supermarket. Our turn came. The man moved ahead of me while I stood in front of the cashier, with my cash ready. The young cashier greeted the man but not me.
*I inhaled deeply*
Nevermind...
The cashier then turned to look at me, looked away, looked at me again and looked away again. I was puzzled by her strange manner when she looked past me and asked the man if the items on the counter belong to the both of us. My eyes narrowed. My blood began to simmer.
Before scanning the items, she asked the man if we have any loyalty cards.
And again, she looked past me.
I stared very hard at her.
Bloody hell, I was the one with the cash in my hands waiting to pay and yet the bloody young thing regarded me as invisible.
(On the bright side, I count myself lucky she is not an Ah Lian who will certainly retort my stare with a 'Look what look??!!')
The man, knowing what was about to come, made his escape exit to the bakery counter.
My stare didn't waver during the whole paying transaction. The ignorant thing was probably too blur sotong to feel the heat of my glare. When she handed me the receipt, I, unwilling to let it go, accentuated my 'VIELEN DANK!!' especially loud and clear.
She started and her realisation, 'Oh, she can speak German!' was written clearly on her face. I turned abruptly and walk away.
One glance at my face, the man burst out laughing.
Because this has happened before. At the very same friendly neighbourhood supermarket, with a different cashier.
And that is exactly what ticks me off. Just because I am a foreigner, people automatically assume I do not speak their language. Have they forgotten how their government emphasized time and time again the importance of integrating into the German society by learning the German language? I took pains to learn the language and I think I shouldn't be penalised just because other settlers do not see the need to integrate. That's totally unfair. (Okay, I am in the mood to moan and whine today.)
Anyhow I wish I didn't react so stupidly in both incidents. That I could keep my wits about me and dispense something intelligent like, 'Hey I speak German by the way. As well as English and Chinese. And what about you?'
Oh, I felt like a fool....
*I inhaled deeply*
Nevermind...
The cashier then turned to look at me, looked away, looked at me again and looked away again. I was puzzled by her strange manner when she looked past me and asked the man if the items on the counter belong to the both of us. My eyes narrowed. My blood began to simmer.
Before scanning the items, she asked the man if we have any loyalty cards.
And again, she looked past me.
I stared very hard at her.
Bloody hell, I was the one with the cash in my hands waiting to pay and yet the bloody young thing regarded me as invisible.
(On the bright side, I count myself lucky she is not an Ah Lian who will certainly retort my stare with a 'Look what look??!!')
The man, knowing what was about to come, made his escape exit to the bakery counter.
My stare didn't waver during the whole paying transaction. The ignorant thing was probably too blur sotong to feel the heat of my glare. When she handed me the receipt, I, unwilling to let it go, accentuated my 'VIELEN DANK!!' especially loud and clear.
She started and her realisation, 'Oh, she can speak German!' was written clearly on her face. I turned abruptly and walk away.
One glance at my face, the man burst out laughing.
Because this has happened before. At the very same friendly neighbourhood supermarket, with a different cashier.
And that is exactly what ticks me off. Just because I am a foreigner, people automatically assume I do not speak their language. Have they forgotten how their government emphasized time and time again the importance of integrating into the German society by learning the German language? I took pains to learn the language and I think I shouldn't be penalised just because other settlers do not see the need to integrate. That's totally unfair. (Okay, I am in the mood to moan and whine today.)
Anyhow I wish I didn't react so stupidly in both incidents. That I could keep my wits about me and dispense something intelligent like, 'Hey I speak German by the way. As well as English and Chinese. And what about you?'
Oh, I felt like a fool....
Sunday, March 15, 2009
The good old Five Stones
The Five Stones. A popular game which I used to play in my childhood days. During every school recess, when we were not out in the field or garden running and panting our lungs out, we would be sitting quietly in threes or fours playing the Five Stones. I particularly enjoyed playing this game perhaps because I was good at it.
S recently gave me a set of Five Stones. Looking at them brought back fond memories of the carefree joys of childhood, without a single worry on the young shoulders of mine. Well, except of course when I had to study for exams...
The idea of playing in those days was really simple and easy. With lots of energy to spare, kids got creative and found ways to amuse and occupy themselves. Usually inexpensive materials were used in the games. For example, Zero Point is basically just a long chain of rubber bands. Five Stones are made with green beans, sewed in pockets of cloth. Capteh is made of colourful feather with a rubber base. And then there are Catching, One Leg Catching, Eagle Catch Chicks, STOP etc. These games require no expensive toys, just plain raw energy and lots of running around. They were a good outlet for our excessive energy and kept us fully entertained. What's more, these games helped develop our social skills in schools.
As far as I can remember, I didn't have a doll or a soft toy to cuddle to sleep. Because I never actually needed those toys. I remember once, before my brother and I went to bed one night, we were sitting on our beds, pretending our pillows were slabs of meat. We were the butchers chopping those meat with our tiny hands for our customers. And we were laughing ourselves silly before being shushed to bed by our parents. In that era, we certainly didn't need much to keep us happy.
With a society becoming increasingly affluent, the needs and wants of its people and their brood change correspondingly too. Paper dolls no longer have their charm on the kids nowadays. Only Nintendo, PSP, computer games and whatnot cut it for them.
Instead of playing and socializing with their peers in the real world, these kids spend their spare time sitting in front of these devices, saving Mario or shooting in Counter-Strike in the virtual world.
I personally am not against compute games. With such rapid advances in technology, to come into contact with any kind of electronic gadgets at a young age is no longer evitable.
The crucial thing is the amount of time spend in front of these media, be it TV or computers and the content of the games and programs.
Apparently, playing computer games for long periods of time alone can cause reclusiveness and introversion. It can also give children a false sense of reality.
Another issue is the violence in games or TV programs. Violence can cause aggressiveness in particularly young men. Some children do not understand that when you kill someone, they cannot come back to life, as depicted by many video games.
Hence, I do not envy the role of parents. With a widespread of media violence these days, parents have a harder time than ever to protect their offsprings from such overexposure. Other than that, they would have to get creative and find ways to lure their children away from these media into the real outdoors.
For a game or two of Eagle Catch Chicks or Catching perhaps.
S recently gave me a set of Five Stones. Looking at them brought back fond memories of the carefree joys of childhood, without a single worry on the young shoulders of mine. Well, except of course when I had to study for exams...
The idea of playing in those days was really simple and easy. With lots of energy to spare, kids got creative and found ways to amuse and occupy themselves. Usually inexpensive materials were used in the games. For example, Zero Point is basically just a long chain of rubber bands. Five Stones are made with green beans, sewed in pockets of cloth. Capteh is made of colourful feather with a rubber base. And then there are Catching, One Leg Catching, Eagle Catch Chicks, STOP etc. These games require no expensive toys, just plain raw energy and lots of running around. They were a good outlet for our excessive energy and kept us fully entertained. What's more, these games helped develop our social skills in schools.
As far as I can remember, I didn't have a doll or a soft toy to cuddle to sleep. Because I never actually needed those toys. I remember once, before my brother and I went to bed one night, we were sitting on our beds, pretending our pillows were slabs of meat. We were the butchers chopping those meat with our tiny hands for our customers. And we were laughing ourselves silly before being shushed to bed by our parents. In that era, we certainly didn't need much to keep us happy.
With a society becoming increasingly affluent, the needs and wants of its people and their brood change correspondingly too. Paper dolls no longer have their charm on the kids nowadays. Only Nintendo, PSP, computer games and whatnot cut it for them.
Instead of playing and socializing with their peers in the real world, these kids spend their spare time sitting in front of these devices, saving Mario or shooting in Counter-Strike in the virtual world.
I personally am not against compute games. With such rapid advances in technology, to come into contact with any kind of electronic gadgets at a young age is no longer evitable.
The crucial thing is the amount of time spend in front of these media, be it TV or computers and the content of the games and programs.
Apparently, playing computer games for long periods of time alone can cause reclusiveness and introversion. It can also give children a false sense of reality.
Another issue is the violence in games or TV programs. Violence can cause aggressiveness in particularly young men. Some children do not understand that when you kill someone, they cannot come back to life, as depicted by many video games.
Hence, I do not envy the role of parents. With a widespread of media violence these days, parents have a harder time than ever to protect their offsprings from such overexposure. Other than that, they would have to get creative and find ways to lure their children away from these media into the real outdoors.
For a game or two of Eagle Catch Chicks or Catching perhaps.
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