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Searching for identity
Life, Kaona Pongpipat, Published on 06/01/2016
» In one exhibition room at Navin Rawanchaikul's studiOK in Chiang Mai, wooden crates used for shipping his previous artworks are piled up as a huge rectangular structure. An entrance on one side reveals an old fabric shop, with rolls of cloth of various colours, desks and measurement tools. Open for viewing for the first time late last month, the "shop" is an exact recreation of O.K. Store, Navin's family clothing store, his original home in Chiang Mai's Warorot Market.
Back on track
Life, Kaona Pongpipat, Published on 25/11/2015
» Aside from "Journey Of 999 Elephants" -- an exhibition in which 999 artists joined to paint 999 exact same models of elephants that are now strewn everywhere from CentralWorld, Zen, on the BTS Skywalk over Ratchaprasong intersection and on the second floor leading to the entrance of Central Chidlom to Central Embassy -- the highlight of the capital's art scene this month is "Galleries' Night", which is taking place this Friday and Saturday.
Art without hostility
Life, Kaona Pongpipat, Published on 18/11/2015
» Thepnara Kongsawang was uncomfortable elaborating on how he was punished by his drill sergeants during his one-year conscription at a military camp. What's done is done, the 28-year-old artist said, and his art was never meant as an act of hostility against the military in any way. It's simply a set of works designed to make comments and poke fun.
Seeing the world through another's eyes
Life, Kaona Pongpipat, Published on 13/11/2015
» As much as Facebook is a virtual space of borderless interaction, it has, for many, undeniably become our most immediate and primary news source. It's a personalised pool of information, which though we have chosen consciously, can transform who we are and the way we think without our even realising it. And I have often wondered what it would be like to live, maybe for a day, in the social media world of other people's Facebook accounts.
An experimental sensibility
Life, Kaona Pongpipat, Published on 28/10/2015
» This month's Art Matters begins with rather worrying news for H Gallery. After a visit to a photography show by Kornkrit Jianpinidnan, which just opened last Saturday at Bangkok Citycity Gallery, one fact hit me hard: Tam, H Gallery's dog in residency, may not be the only contender for the cutest canine in the capital's art scene.
Dance of the majority
Life, Kaona Pongpipat, Published on 22/10/2015
» Watching Vidura Amranand dance in swirling red pants, in Teerawat Mulvilai's latest physical performance work Manoland, I was reminded of Somsong, the hysterical stepmother of Fak in Chat Kobjitti's 1985 novel Kam Pipaksa (The Judgement).
A road map to nowhere
Life, Kaona Pongpipat, Published on 15/09/2015
» Prime Minister Prayut Chan-o-cha recently admitted that when he wrote the line "We are asking for a little more time" in the song Returning Happiness To The People, he didn't think it through. Obviously, he didn't.
A new chapter
Life, Kaona Pongpipat, Published on 07/09/2015
» Last month, a 3 tonne load of rare books and magazines from Silpakorn University Central Library were "mistakenly" sold to an old bookshop in Bang Bon district. Some of them were antique books dating back to the reign of King Rama VI, others were old sociological and anthropological journals that can no longer be found anywhere.
The joke that isn't funny anymore
Life, Kaona Pongpipat, Published on 08/07/2015
» For quite a while I had managed to completely wipe Gen Prayut out of my mind. By turning off the familiar tune Return Happiness To Thailand as soon as it comes on, by ignoring the latest absurdities shared on Facebook and by not engaging in a conversation criticising our dear leader and the NCPO, it was a state of blissful apathy. Without news consumption, anger was starved and eventually died. As the state of calm ignorance shifted in, life was OK again.
Ignorance is shameful, dangerous bliss
Life, Kaona Pongpipat, Published on 05/05/2015
» Not having followed the news lately, I feel considerably less angry. Having only heard from afar what the junta is up to and what the latest claptrap in the name of “goodness” is from glimpses of other people’s Facebook posts and news headlines, I am enjoying a phase of relatively happy apathy.