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Masters of puppets
Life, Apipar Norapoompipat, Published on 22/08/2018
» To the younger generation of Southeast Asia, shadow puppetry may seem like a bygone form of entertainment. Held outdoors at night in temple compounds, rice fields or the royal court, the performance traditionally unfolds behind a stretch of white cloth illuminated by oil lamps. Puppet masters manipulate the intricate and painstakingly handcrafted puppets to local music, narrating and acting stories from the Ramayana or the Mahabharata epics peppered with improvisation in between. A shadow theatre performance, in some cases, can last up to seven hours long.
The Thai-French connection
Life, Apipar Norapoompipat, Published on 02/08/2018
» A body of a naked woman lies lifeless on a muddy hill as curious bystanders look on; a ghostly shadow in front of an abandoned train station flails as if in pain; and on a footpath, an elderly woman sits dejected in front of her broken car, daydreaming.
Stopping the heinous crime of child-sex abuse
Life, Apipar Norapoompipat, Published on 23/02/2018
» Parents sexually abusing their own three-year-old son to make easy money online, child molesters working as primary school teachers, Buddhist monks running child sex rings. Time and again, Thailand has produced some incomprehensibly awful news headlines, and time and again, it seems like nothing is getting done. With women now getting their voices and stories heard in the powerful #MeToo and #TimesUp movements, it seems like we should also start focusing on those who are still voiceless: children.
Facing up to sexual harassment
Life, Apipar Norapoompipat, Published on 06/11/2017
» Ever since The New York Times and the New Yorker published their explosive articles on Harvey Weinstein's repulsive serial sexual assaults, every day, a new round of accusations have surfaced, and every day, a rich and powerful man is finally being held accountable.
Rotten, but fresh
Life, Apipar Norapoompipat, Published on 19/07/2017
» The latest exhibition at YenakArt Villa is rotten. Literally. Dried-up roses with stitched-up petals hang their heads dejectedly in a vase; a shrivelled lily flower with plastic petals sits sadly in the corner of the room; and in front of the gallery stands a large glass box filled with rotten and mouldy embellished bananas.