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It’s Not What It Seems, Or Is It?

By Candice Choong

It was a sign that brought me to an abrupt halt. Not an avid reader when it comes to viewing art, I prefer to let the pictures or objects do the talking. However, this was an exception. Boldly lit in neon orange and in capitalised font, there was no way I could resist the attention this sign warranted. Not wanting to waste too much time on words, I hurriedly skimmed the phrase, half anticipating it to be information about the exhibit. But I was wrong.

“THE WORK YOU ARE ABOUT TO VIEW IS OF A SPIRITUAL NATURE AND MAY BE UNCOMFORTABLE FOR SOME VIEWERS”.

Irony clouded the scene as I tried to reread and digest the warning. It puzzled me to think which artist would risk a decline in visitors for his work after numerous hours of painstaking effort. Then again, it could be a gesture of kindness to preempt what lies ahead, which may pose discomfort to some, given the ‘unorthodox’ genre he decided to venture into.

Scepticism stirred within. For a moment, I tried deciphering the message embedded in the sign. Surely it was merely harmless teasing on the artist’s attempt to elicit unnecessary fear for his audience. Moreover, the bright blue sky outside made a clear note. Like in many movies, it was almost impossible for the dwelling of spiritual beings in such conditions. I strode forward, silently accepting the challenge proposed by the artist.

A little further down, hung another sign, similar to its predecessor. This time, the words read: “ENERGY HAS BEEN CHANNELLED. FOR BETTER RESULTS SPRAY FOREHEAD.”

Two transparent bottles intricately decorated with motifs of gold-silver combination stood below. As I internalized the image that greeted me, any remnants of doubt vanished. The tinge of confidence I initially clung onto had morphed into apprehension. Perhaps malevolent spirits can exist in broad daylight. I shudder at the thought and immediately heeded the advice before entering the room. At that time, I had strayed from my group of friends and there was nobody else around. Heaving a deep breath and ensuring I was properly covered in the ‘protective’ fluid, I slowly inched past the edge of the room. It was not an easy movement, especially having to bear the unsettledness of the prior advice. My eyes were opened to allow glimpses of light through. It was a pose of ‘flight’, lest I became the innocent brunt of any aggressive blows thrown by those supernatural forces. If there was anything I have learnt when it comes to dealing with creatures of non-human origins, they only attack when provoked or offended.

To my huge surprise, the room was radically different to my imagination. There were no floating species. Neither were there any decorations to make the place look like the ‘House of Horrors’. Instead, lying flatly on the ground was an angular structure supported with metal tubes. From an aerial angle, it was a map depicting the artist’s star sign. At a more distant area, a peculiarly shaped glass sculpture stood atop two thin wooden planks. A black stone was placed at the centre of the entire geometric construction. Outside the ornamental setup was 108 neatly arranged translucent plastic bottles, all filled with water hitting the three-quarter meniscus. Red thread was the tangible connection tying together the aforementioned items.

Dane Mitchell has indeed understood, and succeeded in manipulating the human psyche of his visitors. The human driving force behind this installation titled The Dragon, The Purple Forbidden Enclosure has also evidently reflected his calibre in the art of language. It was the whole emotional roller-coaster, the silent struggles between head and heart, and the anti-climactic finality that rendered his work memorable, and worthy of lauding. This was albeit the simplistic arrangement and his choice of engaging common, ordinary objects. I marvelled at the cleverly strung phrases. It was indeed a controversial method, unlike most typical works that angled towards explaining the rationale or the content itself. It dawned on me the essential quality of language in the presentation and ‘packaging’ of art works. Somehow, it cannot be secondary to the creation, although we are extremely familiar with the cliché the latter (the ‘picture’ if you will) equates to a thousand words.

In addition, the Kiwi artist’s ingeniously planned layout enforced a certain route for visitors. This enhanced the illusion that the room was rather cluttered despite the minimal object presence. Red thread, as applied in the bounding, held a symbolic connotation. It’s frequently associated with birth and death in Chinese traditions.

But in the installation’s context, it suggested a different intention in engaging the viewers to explore the paradigm of relationships between people and within self. And there was no better portrayal than Mitchell’s piece. His play on the idea of relationships was elucidated by the dilemma viewers were trapped in as they deliberated whether to approach or withdraw. It’s also illustrated in the artefacts where some are rigid and others are fluid. Lastly, the use of space toys with the contrast of emptiness and capacity.

The room, as Mitchell claims, was assembled under the assistance of a local spiritual medium. However, knowledge of this is delegated below a refreshing revelation involving language and concept of tapping into the spiritual realm. Upon a second glance, it does lead one to wonder if the so-called energies he forewarned harboured a figurative meaning. It’s nothing beyond the emotional conundrums and conflicts built on the prior conceived idea.

Through the adoption of this provocative approach, the exhibit achieved its attempt to interact with the viewers. Those who tended to exercise caution, like me, would pause to deliberate if it was wise to continue the journey albeit the preamble. Others of the braver calibre may be challenged to uncover the authenticity of the signs. It may be possible that they relish in the thought of living to tell their first-hand encounters with the spiritual realm. All these responses, unbeknownst to us, were a communication between the exhibit and ourselves, and within ourselves. Snippets of elucidation include our deliberation for retreat or advancement, to attain psychological security with the ‘holy water’ or left to our humanly devices for defence, as well as the sudden plunge after discovering the truth.

The Dragon, The Purple Forbidden Enclosure is also a protype in marrying images and language. As mentioned earlier, the atmosphere takes on a more mundane note in the absence of the two attention-seeking signs. Inside the seemingly dilapitated building of the Old Kallang Airport lies a treasure of creative works. Some may be more conspicuous, as they have the advantage of size, texture, interaction. Such elements would, in a way, make them hard to ignore. But there are those which lurk on corners, staircase edges and walls. These works can be found if the viewer metciulously notices them (they were by the artist Nedko Solakov, through his local ‘medium’ Liao Jiekai). And to erase any mistaken conceptions, they are not acts of vandalism, but scribblings coated with a sense of humour and puns. “Cable car for little people”, one might read, placed neatly below two ‘stick people’ perched on a slightly portruding surface.“The Noose”, another said, accompanied by a picture of a hanging man.

But there was only one I sincerely lauded with an immense burst of silent applause.

Written in black marker ink on the not-so-pristine surfaces was the phrase “Liquid containing many minerals you need”. If I could freeze time and dichotamise the reactions that bubbled upon registering the message, the first thought flitting past my mind began with the word “What?”. It was curiosity, on my part, to solve the mystery, to find out the nutritious liquid. There was a transient switch to the urge to perhaps, scour supermarkets and pharmacies for the beverage too (a desire I have innately as a health-conscious person).

My eyes peered up to the object seated majestically before the phrase and my lips curved to a smile. It was something available almost everywhere, accessible to almost everyone, and it may be considered the most economical fluid. Yet, the benefits swimming in the liquid cannot really stand as a contentious point. After all, it was a commodity we need it everyday, while taking it for granted at times too.

A plastic bottle of water.

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Do Not Be Afraid

The signage outside the room containing The Dragon, The Purple Forbidden Enclosure, Dane Mitchell, 2011, SB2011. Photo taken by: Kimberly Huang

By Kimberly Huang

WARNING: THE WORK YOU ARE ABOUT TO VIEW IS OF A SPIRITUAL NATURE AND MAY BE UNCOMFORTABLE FOR SOME VIEWERS.

ENERGY HAS BEEN CHANNELLED. FOR BETTER RESULTS SPRAY FOREHEAD.

You are about to cross the threshold between this world and the next. If you suffer from motion sickness, anxiety, or are currently with child, please proceed with caution.

As you enter the space, take a good look at your surroundings. Take in the various objects placed on the ground: the stone, the blown glass sculpture on two square wooden planks, the one hundred and eight bottles of water arranged in a rectangular fashion and bound repeatedly with a thin, red string to the constellation that is the metal tube enclosure. Now, as you absorb these tangible objects, commit them to memory; then I want you to close your eyes and feel your surroundings. Feel the light breeze brush your cheek, the sweat on your brow, on your arms. Hear the soft rustling of the leaves in the trees outside this space. Immerse yourself completely in the sensory experience, and feel yourself become increasingly aware of your other senses becoming heightened as you grow less and less dependent on your eyesight. Now, slowly start making your way around the space, calling to mind the images that you committed to memory earlier. Bring all these elements together in your imagination as you continue to walk around the space. Feel the space around you – both physically and mentally. Fill the space you occupy completely; truly inhabit it and engage its capacity with your presence. Feel the emptiness that surrounds your occupied space. Whatever space you’re occupying right at this moment, is home.

This year’s Singapore Biennale is all about the use of the domestic space – the artworks themselves form a relationship with the locality they occupy and in turn construct a dialogue with a more global setting. Indeed, artists are encouraged to take advantage of the potential of these everyday spaces – Dane Mitchell, in this case, has obviously chosen to leave most of it blank. Perhaps, in doing this, he has chosen to place a greater emphasis on the viewer’s ability to react to the given space – quite literally, giving the audience ‘room’ to read the work. And although the various objects are intentionally and strategically placed, they remain detached from their surroundings. Is this because these items are mere remnants of the life that once was, instead of being living, breathing entities themselves? This detachment certainly makes the work far more challenging as it elicits the viewer to dig a little deeper.

Shall we press on? Continue to stimulate your imagination and keep walking, albeit slowly. Step over the metal tubes when necessary. At this point, some of you may start to feel a little bit frustrated or uneasy: when is this going to end? What is the point of all this? Do not fret, for energies have been summoned to this room – spirits brought from another realm and mapped by this constellation. Do you feel them? Do you feel them inhabiting the space around you, through you? Does the space around you suddenly feel no longer as empty? Do not be afraid. Walk on and feel these spirits envelope your being; dialogue with them. Forget everything you once knew, suppress reasoning for now, and hold steadfast to your imagination. Let your instincts guide you.

These spirits are manifestations of the former inhabitants of the space you now inhabit. Do you sense these spirits’ relationship with the existing space? Push your imagination a little bit further: what do these objects in the room have to do with these spirits? The blown glass, the planks of wood, the stone, the bottles of water, the string? Are they relics from the past? Objects left behind by those who once were,  by the previous life lived? Could these spirits perhaps be people you once knew? Or, at the very least, people you once crossed paths with? Reflect on that as you continue to walk around. Some of you may choose to stand still and focus on the energies around you.

What makes this piece of work so unique is that as much importance is placed on the undoing as in the doing. This year’s Biennale also stresses the value in the process – the act of creating and of doing creates meaning just as much as the finished artwork itself. However, what Dane Mitchell has done here is, essentially, nothing, or rather, contingent on a suspension of disbelief. Both the doing and undoing rest on the summoning process, but other than that the piece is for the most part an ‘invisible installation’; does that make the piece any less meaningful? The meaning becomes almost fully dependent on the viewers’ imaginations to conjure.

On that note, I want you to finally, slowly open your eyes. Look around the space. Do you see it any differently? Do you still feel the energies in the room reverberating around you and through you? Ask yourself: what do you now believe?

You must have realised by now that imagination and instinctual experiences are far stronger than any historical record, or the spoken word; and that you have come to this understanding only after developing a sense of awareness of the space and the objects and people that occupy it. It is only through these experiences – through tapping into potent energies – that we are able to transcend physical limitations, tread the fragile boundary between the mundane and supernatural, and go beyond what is really there, at the very least to immerse yourself in a unique experience, but ultimately and ideally to find meaning in what is not there. To see through the nothingness and find the energies within objects, surrounding spaces.

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We have come to the end of the experience. If you are feeling a slight nausea or headache from either being affected by the summoned entities or having pushed your imagination a little too hard, do not fret: this is completely normal, and should pass in a couple of hours. Otherwise, please proceed through the door to your right. Thank you and enjoy the rest of your day.

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