Mahakad

Mahakad - Epic Arts in the Market is the brainchild of Navin Rawanchaikul, true to its title, the scale of the project was epic the subject matter being the community of the oldest market in Chiang Mai, Kad Luang or Wororot Market. Mahakad celebrates the centennial of the market and its community, a rich melting pot of different cultures that P Navin grew up in and this celebration, as a "son of the market" is a way for him to give back to the market of his youth. As an artist what he has created community-art or communal-art, for the public and community to enjoy. To kick off the celebrations, there were speeches, speeches and more speeches but as the opening reception was held at the charming Anusornsathron Residence, a beautiful compound from the Rama V era complete with grounds, garden and old Rover from the early 1900's, it was rather nice. The the ribbon cutting ceremony which officially opened the celebrations opened the doors to an exhibition of photographs taken by members of the Anusornsathorn family from the early days of Chiang Mai. An idyllic and pastoral of Chiang Mai, a past long gone.

Navin at podium

P Puoi and P Jeab

an old coupl

My Mahakad buddy was Doy, and after finding our own little corner to feast on northern market food we ventured into another room next to the photography exhibition. This one was mysterious with dim lights, a video, a large mural to the back and a glass case of old pictures in bottles. The video captures the personalities, the murals captures the community members both past and present and the triptych is completed with glass bottles in a glass case. The latter resemble coffins as old pictures of the market families' ancestors are preserved forever in the confines of the glass bottles. There is something disturbing about this, but at the same time deeply touching that we can preserve our ancestors within a glass frame so they can be a part of a community as it is today. Surreal and haunting yet juxtaposed with a black and white mural of personalities with oversized heads and the uber-real faces it felt complete and not sad.

Next up was a private tour by Navin and Uncle Preecha, a member of the Anusornsathorn family who is the photographer of many of the pictures of Chiang Mai we witnessed in the exhibition. The market and its vicinity was explained by Navin and Uncle Preecha, the old opium dens pointed out, the buildings that no longer exist in their old form now that they are 7-11.

Navin

We arrived at the market, might I mention that it is Christmas day so there were Santa Clauses galore and upon entering it, the first intervention/collaboration with the market is in full sight. Navin has blown up old photos taken by Uncle Preecha and hung them throughout the market, they are at once decorative and at the same time more than that as their size and placement throughout the narrow market lanes are engaging, you cannot help but look. It made for quite a sight, especially with the voice over and the music, P Navin said a collaboration between himself and the market.

Next stop after the market was the Philatelic Museum more commonly known as the Postal Museum. Here we see a collaboration with Dow Wasikiri and the market. It was fun, did not take itself too seriously as it compares the market of old with market of new but has a shot at social commentary and is too well composed to be just kitsch. Dow has a way of capturing a moment, I think that is called a good eye, especially for detail and the unexpected. It was humorous but at the same time subtle as he pokes fun at market folk as they were and what they are now. I loved how the moving cardboard cut outs and kitsch plastic backdrops make their way throughout the market and play a part in them.

Dow S.

the couple from the photography exhibition

breasts

P Navin, his dad and little Navin from the past

Doy and I were then adopted by P Jeab and P Puoi and we had the wonderful privilege of a preview of P Puoi's new art gallery/space. P Puoi has an art collection, not just any collection but a blue chip one which he started out of pure passion years ago. He is a collector in the true sense of the word, and like him, what he collects is warm, refined, in parts challenging, always beautiful and relevant. It is a well rounded collection of art and he has found a home for it in Chiang Mai, the space retains a sense of being in Chiang Mai and will provide a back drop to the Thai contemporary superstars and at the same time providing a contemporary setting fit for the likes of Sherman to Hirst to Neshat. I wish there were more P'Puoi's around. Next we went to the CM University Gallery - not a bad space, rather nice actually. There was once piece that I was drawn to this one . . .

I realised later that it was Araya's work, I always like her work. It is feminine and soft yet at the same time wretchedly tortured and complex shown int eh simplest, no nonsense form.

That night we chowed down on more market food at another Mahakad extravaganza where an alley was closed down for more celebrations, performances from children and traditional Lanna guys and girls and food food food. I was exhausted and t had to retire before the movie started only because it was Christmas and I could not not go to Northgate for x mas drinks. What an enjoyable night that was.

Next day was a trek with P Kong Rithdee, Jane, P'Ing and P'Manit from their Doi Suthep home up the doi to the temple. I imagined a little walk, it was not, it was an actual trek. I wore a white jumpsuit, it was wonderfully comfortable and I was able to move and we all decided that it worked for the purpose but really, white? The Boyy Oscar converts to a backpack THANK GOODNESS. Lunch of kao soi, chicken and sticky rice was blissful before we entered Temple Disneyland, apart from the temple there is nothing blissful about the temple, it was a circus and not a nice one. I am not sure how the ecclesiastical council allows little tribal girls in mini skirts to dance to blaring music in front of stupa. An oxymoron no?

P Ing and P Manit

Jane and P'Kong

The rest of the day was spent at P Ing's mountain retreat - that was blissful. I made friends with Hanuman, the puppy.

More Mahakad followed with a small closing party at the Hotel which is right next to the MASSIVE walking street. I made some new friends and was very happy to see Reinhart Frais again, another passionate collector not only of arts but textiles. A wonderful energy he has and his madras jacket was top! we went to the Moroom hotel, an artists-curated hotel with 12 rooms by 12 artists in accordance to the chinese star signs. I was obviously drawn to Rooster, weird that aesthetically I should be drawn to it right away. P'Rirkrit designed the Ox. The brainchild of this project is P'Mitr, an artist who Pier Luigi Tazzi refers to as one the 1st generation of Thai contemporary artists, they include Rirkrit, Navin, Surasi, Araya, so the big guys basically.

private dining room of Moroom, P'Mitr's paintings hanging

It sounds over designed but being in there it was not - it was a like James Bond Villain style with raw concrete and lovely details. Would be rather nice to have all 12 rooms to myself.

My night time venture on a scooter with Mandy meant that I was not fit to spend another day in the northern kingdom and returned to Bkk to rest. It is clear that the Christmas Weekend Getaway as P Navin called the Mahakad opening was action-packed and exciting and not just for a visitor like me as 500 store vendors and market community inhabitants showed up the next day (Sunday) whilst he was at the Mahakad symposium at his dad's fabric store asking to meet him. This was not to complain but rather to express their wonder and curiousity and meet the man who is celebrating their community and made art out of it.

Navin's way is energetic, it is fully charged and it requires interaction and a dialogue. This is his way of giving back and at the same time creating his works of art. The works created are to be collected and will be in the hands of his patrons and collectors, but in the meantime, from now till February, Chian Mai can enjoy the market and Navin's Mahakad. Without doubt, he showed that he is part of the community and this time, the coummunity whether they know it or not, are part of his work.

N.B. There are another five other sites with art throughout the market vicinity that I did not get to see, you get to stamp the little Mahakad map upon entering, it is like a scavenger hunt. Even the local police joined in . . .

HO HO HO HAPPY HOLIDAYS . . .

DUDE SWEET . . .I'm 8 years Old!

Congrats to DUDESWEET and it's founder Note and his peeps for 8 years of fun fun fun . . . it's 8th bday was celebrated on Friday 18th, a night of unexpected cool breeze in Bkk at Club Culture in the old part of town.

For me, the night started off at Blue Velvet with the Bangkok FAshion Society's annual x mas bash. The theme this year was super heroes. It was kind of funny. I was catwoman/bunny rabbit/hooded villain of some sort. P Rong's all white gi joe get up was awesome, as was A's actual talking Deceptacon.

On Doy and I went to Ratchdamnoen to the new Club Culture near the Democracy Monument, I took the scenic route and we enjoyed the lights - to Dudesweet (I suppose the parties have become a bit of an institution after 8 years since it's very humble guerilla beginnings with Note djing from his cd's) . . . I felt like I was at a giant house party/club in the East End. BUT BETTER. Note was playing old tunes from the last eight years on the ground floor, Maft Sai and Chris Menist on teh 2nd with luk thung and funk, and the 3rd floor was some crazy heavy bands with body slammingand mosh pits. So fun!

I forgot to take a pic but there were even little "make-out" tents or what what supposed to be secret rest tents . . .very cheeky.

Here, pics probably speak louder than words . . .oh and as it was Dudesweet's 8th bday . . there were balloons and confetti!

I was guilty of throwing a few balloons down before the final countdown though I think Note asked for them for atmo though the culprit who throw the whole lot down was definitely not me and Doy. Hmmmm. I know that I saved a red balloon for Lee for a very long time, it was annoying that it popped though finally.

When it was time to go home, I was gutted. My phone was lost and found. Gene showed up in lace shorts. What a night!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DUDESWEET!!

Rupture

and its Cause and Effects is an exhibition of photographs curated by Olivier Pin-Fat which opened at the BACC last week. I prefer to think of it as just Rupture as it evidently was. It's causes and its effects must be remembered and recorded as accurately as possible as to not understand and to forget means that the chances of it happening again is high. Then again, we are well trained at having peaceful coups, as the world is good at waging war, even if it does go down in history and recorded and discussed, it still seems to happen.

I remember the day when we were under heavy curfew when I called P'Oh about going to hang out at RMA but he was getting ready to go to Ratchprasong, with P'Manit to capture the after math of Bkk burning, of 2 months of a giant sit-in and the ruptuous dramatic turn of which those 24 hours in May took. The exhibition, through the lens of 5 photographers, captures those moments, in the case of Agnes, she was right in there in the firing line, she captured the "now" and everyone through their camera lenses showed their version of destruction, a melancholic and at once ironic display spoken with five voices which attempts to capture through still images so that we are reminded that rupture, is not rapture and is not something that we should go forth and try to simulate once more.

12 pictures by Agnes were be banned from the exhinbiton for being too controversial, sure they were vivid, bloody and rather shocking but is not the point to show reality? What actaully happened, rather than burying it all in a coffin with the hope that together we can all get a long once more if we forget about the blood and the coffins? Luckily the pictuers were left intact in the book and it is a reminder of how close Agnes was to the action, in middle of it all, there is a picture of a mysterious black shirt, to the red coffins of the deceased. Powerful images indeed, photojournalism Magnum style.

Agnes' pictures (with some missing)

Along with the photos there were extracts of crititical theory and opinions, this is worth looking at and going back to read.

P'Oh had 8 prints as part of the show, they are a series called Apasmara, I had seen them before in small format at RMA (seeing as I sometimes choose to plant myself on P'Oh's sofa and not move) but to see them as large blown up, in matte, on the back wall of the large foyer was a poetic sight. There is a stillness to the pictures, a beauty reminiscent of the black and white prints of Doisneau from Paris, but within the glass is the shattering reality of destruction, the bullet holes in in the windows from Celine to Fendi to Prada . . .even humble little 7-11 was not left alone.

P'Oh and I

P'Oh and P'Harry

The thing with openings is that veryone is there,so it can be rather fun. The 9th floor of the BACC and the smaller 8th floor space were packed. As for as use of space is concerned as well as theme, this is the best exhibitin I think they have ever had in that space.

P'Juke, Yuni and P'Ing

lots of people

I am sad that Waris, Pan and I missed the speeches and we went in from the end (someone rightly pointed out that this was where the refreshments were) but the effect does not get lost though entering the right way around one is confronted first with Manit's photos, black and white, compositon that is tight yet with so much going on and not failing for a beat to find a touch of irony, humour or humanity. A nice intro.

P'Manit's work

One then walks into the enclave which is belongs to Agnes then up the ramp to see Piyatat's.

Waris

The other pictures were more colourful, pictures of flowers and smoke, landscapes, more ornamental in a way. Gloss. This is why in a way the pictures needed to be there together, the yellow folwers and over saturated hues to me, felt a little bit fay and needed the drama and reality of the other pics even if in this reality, it feels poetic. And there really is nothing fay or dreamlike about the Rupture that took place in May even though now, 5 months later (as P Sri Von Buren put it) we are walking around like nothign happened and all these events seem like a distant dream, or perhaps that is what they want to make you believe.