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Reference literary critic: Walter Benjamin

The story is told of the American tourist in Paris who told Pablo Picasso that he didn't like modern painting because they weren't realistic. Picasso made no immediate reply. A few minutes later the tourist showed him a snapshot of his house.

"My goodness," said Picasso, "is it really as small as that?"

Jacob Braude

In Benjamin's essays "The Metaphysics of Youth" (1913-14) and "Student life" (1915), he elaborated an original and idiosyncratic philosophical position regarding historical time, experience and aesthetics that supplied the foundation for his subsequent work. These experiences were also tied to concrete experience such as writing a diary.

There are two other work of his that I've taken an interest in. A quote from one of the essays:

"ʻthat which withers in the age of mechanical reproduction is the aura of the work of art," in his 1936 essay The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction. Benjamin was concerned with the impact of mass production on art. For example, think about what will happen to Vincent Van Gogh's painting of Sunflowers being reproduced on merchandise such as postcards, posters or stamps without regard to its original size, location or history. 

Technology and nature seems to be drifted apart gradually. The horse is replaced by automobile, candles replaced by the electric light, muscles replaced by steam, electricity and nuclear power. Is technology becoming autonomous from nature?

This reading has evoked a sense of nostalgia as I thought about how minute and insignificant I felt standing before the woods. Shadows were cast with natural light. Without the presence of automobiles, the chirping of crickets sounded so crisp and the rustle of leaves, music to my ears. Listening to the gentle streams of water caressing the rocks, time stood still and my photograph of that moment couldn't do justice to my feelings. And thus I deleted most of them. Even if I could capture the best shot, something would lack in the photo - its unique existence in time and space. 

The second work I'm referencing is: Das Passagen-Werk (The arcades project: 1938-1940).

It chronicles a specific stage of research and writing for the planned book on 19th century France. Unfortunately, Benjamin was unable to complete his compilation of observations and excerpts from other authors of the bourgeois experience of the 19th century history. The resulting manuscript was arranged in folders. 34 such folders to be exact, each designated by a letter of the alphabet and a descriptive title.

In Benjamin's project, he describes his work as 'literary montage', meaning fragments and juxtaposition of critiques arranged in folders. It's very much scraps and pieces of observations and writings documented and presented as it is. Likewise, besides my online organisation of observations, I do keep tactile materials and record them in my books. These provide the sensory qualities which this virtual blog couldn't afford.



Caygill, H., Coles, A., & Klimowski, A. (1998). Introducing Walter Benjamin. Clays Ltd, St Ives plc. United Kingdom: UK.

Hanssen, B. (ed.). (2006). Walter Benjamin and the arcades project. Continuum International. New York: NY.

Jennings, M. W. (1987). Dialectical images: Walter Benjamin's theory of literary criticism. Cornell University Press: USA.

Time & Memory

"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it"

George Santayana

Time makes fun of memory. As time passes, I remember some acquaintances, places and events so vividly while other memories fade. Perhaps everyone interpret the same events differently. Memory - an event that dwells on the past in the space of the present moment. Memories, fragmented, scattered and often unreliable. Besides, the accumulation of objects as time passes - handwritten notes, photographs, textiles, organic matters - that serve as stimulants and props to memories.

How do we store the physical reminders then? In albums, biscuit tins, cardboard boxes, drawers, we store away relics and mementos of the past. Our reminiscences are fraught with feelings. It's a matter of joy, sorrow, pride, regret, nostalgia or amusement. Then, through them, we construct identity, meaning and purpose.

Apart from replaying memories like a recording device, it filters and selects, stores and distorts. Much I have forget, but I cannot remember what I'd forgot.

Some people would avoid memories like the plague. Some would long for memories to stay. Be it good or evil, time and memory are interdependent, often engage in dialectical flux.

Fluidity of Identity

Identity is perhaps overused in the name of Art. Nevertheless, individuals are constantly on the move and engaged in a process of exchange and adaptation. Throwback to Japan, I thought about how my body had to adapt to the different senses and finally flexed the under-utilised muscles. My mind had to adapt to different situations and inferred countless times of non-verbal cues and/ or unspoken rules. My spirit acting as a guardian for me to comfort the weary me.

The act of behaving differently or codeswitching in different situations shows that identity is fluid and transformable as the context changes. Perhaps we will never know the true nature of anything. There is a difference between an object or person and one's perception of it. The perception of reality is dependent on what object or circumstances that are affecting your perception.

It seems as though I was "performing" in constructed versions of identities that work in different context. Each identity is transformed or abandoned as situations change. Fundamentally, my beliefs and value system would remain and I would like these to be reflected in my art. 

Making natural pigment: Bone black

I was happy with my rock samples until I saw someone made colours from animal bones on instagram. I love the primitive quality and I tagged her on instagram asking for directions. It was really hard to find information on making natural pigment and since she was enrolled in an art school in Europe, it was worth the try. Then I had my minion  mum to process some chicken bones and I brought them to the studio.

Trim off excess fats and cartilage. Boil the bones to remove fats a few times.

Wrap the bones in aluminum foil.

Use induction cooker to cook until smoking stops. Then continue for another 20 min.

Do it outdoors. Making sure I don't activate the fire alarm...

Not ready yet but you get the idea.

Almost ready.

Remove the foil

Ta-da! Yet to pound them into powder. Chinese character (黑) - Black