The Leaning Tower of Pisa

On the 7th of January 2016, I revisited Pisa. She was still as serene as ever.

This particular trip was memorable. There were a few downs but mostly I believe we all had a great time exploring Europe. For me, it was a whole new experience but same old places. Dear friends and closest friends of mine packed and left for Europe for almost a good month. We celebrated Christmas in London and New Years Day in Paris. We started with five, but for the rest of the trip down through Italy, there was only left with three of us. Along the winding trail of our Italy trip, we had many stops.

One of the stop was Pisa.

Pisa sits composed and untroubled. The reputable bell tower of the cathedral of Pisa leans ever so gracefully and patient as if immune to the effects of time. Rows and rows of tourists, mostly Asians, would gather nowhere but here at the grounds of the leaning tower. What do they do? They do what they do best: selfies and striking a pose for the camera.

Last checked, I am Asian. Therefore, I just had to do one.

Fail.

But for today, our focus is on a mural in Pisa. On the exterior of a casual-looking church is a large scale painting depicting a myriad of colourful figures doing discernibly random acts. It was modern, current and stylish as compared to its antiquated surrounding. I had to stop and snap a picture (below). And it was then I remembered his name. The man that I find so familiar: Keith Haring.

Tuttomondo (1989) on the exterior of Church of St. Anthony Abbot of Pisa

Keith Haring (1958—1990) was an exceptional and exemplary urban artist whose street art rose above to a greater purpose. He had the insight to see how art would become intermingled with the human environment, his work responded to the New York City street culture of the 1980s and often expresses the concepts of birth, death, war and sexuality. Keith was also a social activist. His works were heavily political and his imagery had then became a widely recognised visual language of the 20th century.

While in New York, Keith met with a Pisan student who invited him over to spend a period in the Tuscan city. And it was then that he had the idea to create something in Pisa. An agreement made with the town and convent’s priest resulted in a mural which took four days to paint. Usually Keith would complete his paintings in a day, however this mural took him a week to complete.

Pisa is amazing, I do not know where to begin. I realise now that this is one of the most important projects I’ve ever done.

-Keith Haring, 19 June 1989

Keith rarely attributed a title to his works because urban graffiti will often disappear over time.

Titles? A difficult question, because I never give a title to anything… Not even this painting has one. But if it would, it would be something like… Tuttomondo!

-Keith Haring, when asked about his mural

Much devotion and effort was put into the creation of this magnificent art. The title proposed by Keith, expressed in words, represented the symbolic meaning of unity and peace.

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At the heart of the mural lies the Pisan cross, a symbol of Pisa, with four human beings conjoined at the waist. The animals, a dolphin, a dog, a bird and a monkey, represents the essential harmony between man and creatures. A pair of scissors, a union of two figures, represents the good and it cuts the serpent which represents evil in this world, overall symbolises good triumphs over evil. A woman with a baby in her arms and a man with television for a head symbolises the contrasts between the requiescence of life and technology. The deformed figures and others all adds to the dynamic of the mural. Everything is well fitted together to symbolise peace and harmony in the world.

At the bottom of the mural is a yellow figure walking in the direction of the leaning tower; an audience, a bystander, who devotes a moment to reflect upon Keith Haring’s art.

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Eventually, Keith’s soul and talent was claimed by the AIDS epidemic. He was openly gay and a strong advocate of safe sex. However, in 1988, he was diagnosed with AIDS. It left a great impact in his life. It is clear that the theme of sexuality and AIDS permeates in his later works. Sex was a predominant theme in his art, but his perception of sex was affected by constant fear as the threat of AIDS became apparent. It had a great influence in his life, many of his friends were dead because of the disease, and being a social activist, he aimed to turn sexuality, specifically homosexuality, away from the subculture and stereotypes. Through the joint lenses of religion, politics and art, Keith became the first artist to present homosexuality in a politically progressive way.

Tuttomondo was Keith’s last public work.

 


Sometimes we see art and allow the simplest and most shallow form of interpretation to cloud our judgement. “This looks bad”, “this doesn’t look right”, “this colour doesn’t match with that” and “it should be like this and not like that”. We have all been there before. But before we apply our worthless comments, should we not think why the artist would have intended his/her work as to be such?

Think before we speak. When it comes to art, we have to think before we “see”.

In retrospect, his pop art and subtle symbols made him into an unlikely fashion icon. The first time I saw the colourful human figures was in a t-shirt. I thought, “how cute”. And it was much later when a friend who is currently a fashion designer brought his name to light and introduced me to his art. Here below are some of “his” designs.

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Sometimes the most simple motif can be blown into such beautiful proportion. If you are curious and want to see more of designs influenced by Keith Haring, do Google! For your information, many designers are collaborating with Keith Haring Foundation, founded by Keith himself, which supports AIDS and children’s charity.

In this video, we see Keith Haring going about creating public art in subways in the early stage of his life. Evidently getting arrested as well.

I shall end off my entry with a documentary by Maripol, friend of Keith Haring. I hope you will know and fall in love with Keith and his art as I did. The documentary is in six segments. It is an hour long, do come back and watch it when you can. I will not spoil it for you.

This is how I met Keith Haring. Have you met him yet?

Spring • Cleaning

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Slouching, fat and ugly in the right corner making himself useless – that’s me (donned in my artsy armor by Jeremy Scott X Adidas). Click here to see it on somebody else, I’m a poor example of a model. I tend to make clothes look bad. Don’t laugh at me, some of you are worse.

Yesterday night was an interesting night with my music comrades from House of Music. We had dinner, dessert, project discussion, spring-cleaning, fighting, arranging and rearranging and arranging again and rearranging again, arguing, and lastly… supper. Respectively in that order!

Creating a sound entirely from scratch is not as easy as said. Music in our head are tainted with a welter of familiar sounds and musical phrases we know. Assembling them in blocks and pieces requires a certain skill. Often than not, we tend to fall back onto ideas we know, which does not belonging to us, and find it extremely onerous to engineer something original thoroughly. Why? Because not everybody are meant to compose. Some are born to execute and see through plans… like most musicians. However, there will always be a handful of geniuses who acquire the knack of concocting their own cocktail with ingredients they grow within their own music garden. I tend to fall under the latter category, but surely I’m no genius.

Some music groups have attempted to compose with bits and pieces of popular and familiar sounds together. The result? A musical Frankenstein; an abomination. However, there are notable groups out there doing real good works! Who? 念乐团 Nen, MUSA_SG and Kulcha (let’s not mention them because I’m in it) are just two to begin with. Do check them out. In order not to be pigeonholed together with the miserable sounding groups, we got our shovels and wiped our slate clean. With pretty gardening aprons on, the team started sowing. I’m already excited for the harvest.

Spring. Yes, spring… a symbol of hope, rebirth, growth and love. Can you hear Vivaldi’s ‘Spring’ at the back of your head? Recently we celebrated Easter. Much like the season of spring, Easter is about new life. The symbolism of spring has its roots deep into literature and art. Altogether, this could be another topic for another day. Not today. Today we talk about spring-cleaning.

Spring-cleaning. It kills all the fun and if you pay attention to the music behind your head, you will find no more Vivaldi’s ‘Spring’. Just this other song below.

Maybe it is just me. I don’t like spring-cleaning. Never do. My mother would slay a dragon than to convince me otherwise. I guess it speaks a lot about character too… such as “Why people make their beds?” and blahblahblah… I tend to pile things up and get comfortable with the organised mess. Clearing things up gives people a chance to start afresh. I need to understand that and start practicing spring-cleaning in my life.

My special booboo left me. There, I’ve said it. And not one second am I feeling better. The way we handle problems are different and it poses as a potential threat to our relationship. I must change for the better because I’m not wise and I’m not good. Most importantly, I believe it and I know it. This bad habit has to go.

My mother did not invent spring-cleaning to ruin my perfect weekend. This good habit has deep practical and symbolic roots. I read from Stephanie Earls that modern pagans carry on with the tradition so as to sweep away negativity from an area to invite positive influences.

While you’re whisking away bad mojo, don’t forget to clear the air. Bell-ringing or singing is used in many cultures to scare away unseen evils and symbolically cleanse the air before a ritual, Chauran said. It also can give you — and nature — a boost.

“Wake up the springtime, wake up those good things that make the flowers grow,” she said. “I think that anyone can sort of evoke those old traditions by cranking up some good music, singing while you work and filling the air with music.”

– taken from The Gazette

In our relationships, be it with family, friends or a partner, we should exercise some sort of spring-cleaning. Maybe it has been a while since the both of you have felt like you used to before, because either party has been preoccupied with work or affected by a recent event. Instead of letting the residue of such issues settle, we should clear the air and crank the relationship up a step to remind ourselves of what we used to have. Primarily, to show that both of you have not lost that special spark.

Why was I not wiser before? Is it too late now?


 

Dayn, Qinglun and Wanlin, of House of Music, were packing the small working space last night: clearing scraps and unnecessary personal junks that denature (not in such a strong manner) our working environment. However, it got to the extent that our cosy working space has transformed to a hospital corridor. Devoid of personal touch, a bunch of strangers could easily sit in the studio and look like they belong there. We got down to detail such as “should the cute cookie tin container go?”, “where should the Dong-Konng (piggy bank) go?” and “this belongs here because this tallies with this space and that chair doesn’t”.

I think a space can either look clean and neat like a city street without trees or it can look slightly more alive with green and lush. I think we need more plants, some greens or natural element; wood, stone or water.

I’m a believer of personal space and personal working space. We all need our personal space. Do you ever feel comfortable getting your personal bubble invaded by strangers in a crowded train? If you secretly enjoy it. You’re probably this man. Otherwise, you are perfectly normal. It can be accustomed through time, but we never really feel good about it. A personal working space can only be created by personalising your own cubicle or working desk. We should never deny anybody the rights to place their family picture, best-dad cup or motivation balloon.

What the flying flounder-fish is a motivation balloon? Ask Dayn. He has one made by Wanlin with quotes and words of motivation scribbled on its face. Too cute.

After the laborious cleaning, we all headed out for supper at 瑞春点心 Swee Choon Tim-Sum Restaurant at Jalan Besar. I think they are one of the best late night dim-sum supper place. Another great dim-sum place would be 126 搵到食 Wen Dou Sek located at Sims Avenue. Both are great places to go. However, I would choose Swee Choon because I tend to overspend at 126. Don’t know why. Don’t ask. Maybe because I over order…

I will remember you

Ugly me again. Big round fleshy hands almost like Barney the Dinosaur. Friendly and cute though. No? OK! OK! OK!

Years ago, Sarah McLachlan’s music walked me through a phase of my life. And here I am again, rediscovering myself.

Sarah McLachlan – I Will Remember You (LIVE from Mirrorball 1999)

Lyrics:
I will remember you, will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by,
Weep not for the memories
Remember the good times that we had?
I let them slip away from us when things got bad.
How clearly I first saw you smilin’ in the sun
Want to feel your warmth upon me
I want to be the one

I will remember you, will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories

I’m so tired but I can’t sleep
Standin’ on the edge of something much to deep
It’s funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word
We are screaming inside, but we can’t be heard

I will remember you, will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories

I’m so afraid to love you
But more afraid to lose
Clinging to a past that doesn’t let me choose
Once there was a darkness
Deep and endless night
You gave me everything you had, oh you gave me life

I will remember you, will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories

I will remember you, will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories