Sunday, January 23, 2011

in retrospect...

It's the end, now, of my first New York experience.
I've been on subways, buses, planes...
The opera, Broadway, a musical (yay).
Museums and and museums and museums galore (MoMA, Whitney, Skyscraper...)
and some more. (That I've missed...)

I'm safely ensconced back home (away from home) in Abu Dhabi, writing this last blog post at 2.48am in the morning because of travelling-from-New-York-jetlag.

20 days, just a day under three weeks to absorb a city and its history, its present and its modernity...

Modernity - because the new is in terms of the past, and the old is in the new, and sometimes the present has some past because everything is relative...

Cities and their people, their buildings countries and culture, traditions and manners - ideas made tangible.

I know more, and I'm more confused, but then again, if there's one thing I've learned it's that 'Modern, Modernism and Modernity' aren't clear-cut, every-evolving concepts result in a perpetually confused Sora.

A new New Yorker? No, I think not, not yet...

[goodbye for now, not forever.]

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

dare I say, modern?

An opera, a play, and a hit TV (and now movie) series: What do Minnie, Cynthia and Carrie have in common?

101 years across four mediums - women and their issues of empowerment never seem to age.

The New York Idea is an engaging play, the context of the early 20th century maintained through the mise en scene, while excluding certain events and adapting the original script to place emphasis on different thematic concerns. One the most stark differences was the issue of the Cynthia/Jack marriage/divorce, this updated version doesn't let this issue pass so easily, Jack's newfound knowledge doesn't act as deus ex machina and Cynthia has to assert herself far more actively, by leaving her would-be second husband at the altar after delaying the ceremony because of her spontaneous jaunt off to the races with  Sir William Cates-Darby.

Vida was played with gleeful aplomb, opportunistic and liberated - divorce parties and cigars on church steps, lovers left, right, center - so Vida is Samantha, and Cynthia is Carrie.




In our current (dare I say, modern?) society/era/context, gender equality (as well as equality in general) stands as a hallmark of a developed, 'modern' country. These issues go through fads, it seems, the women's liberation movement, the flapper era, the cougars...

In another 100 years... yes, no, maybe so?

Thursday, January 13, 2011

ten days gone, 7 days to join the dots.

hello new york (city),
it's been 10 days now,

i've seen some of your best - (art,) the MoMA, Whitney
and the middling (of what used to be the above) - the subways
and the bad - the SLUDGE-Y cold.

i've seen American Idiot(s - JOKES), my first opera [La Fanciulla del West], and tomorrow, a play -
The New York Idea.

...and i haven't had that "a-HA/eureka/i got it!!" moment, not yet.

through study and sludge, music, bricks, and mortar, the old and the new, i've found the dots but have yet to connect them.
a recap:

modernity
 - as a broad movement in the arts, literature, music, architecture.
 - dependent on context, what's new is relative and depends on mastering what's old (see American [New York] Renaissance, New York Modern)

new york city 
 - the layers, architecturally a palimpsest.
 - money, money, money: driving cultural tolerance, automats...
 - an exemplification or apart from the u.s of a? [Thomas Bender - NY as un-american because of its emphasis on difference... Mariana van Rensselaer - NY's unique-ness lies in its "union of heterogenousness & individuality]
 - celebrated as a multiculturally diverse, cosmopolitan place... what do the cultural enclaves signify?
the people.

7 days to make the constellation to see,
my eureka moment...

too short?
so i could just come back again.
hello, new york (city).

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

australia, home of the BARANGAROO

I grew up in the quiet suburb of Epping, that had a small supermarket, a newsagency, an RSL club, a church, an out-of-the-way train station... not much else.
I lived on 1/25 Ray Road, at Emmaus Bible College where my dad was a student - there was a little playground that all the units faced onto.
After school, I'd leave my uniform in a puddle on the floor, change into whatever was at hand and run out - spilling into the playground with all the other children there - other Korean kids, some Aussies, Armenians...
The sandbox was fun, but the creek was where I found the tadpoles and the frogs - trapped them in a jar, to watch them grow legs and sing.

They never did.

Fast-forward 10 years, the place has been razed, the creek's now a trickle, the frogs warble no more.

There's an apartment complex, smack bang over where we used to live.
5 stories high and sleek-shiny-new - not a small brick affair.
 - But the office-house was deemed historical, and left in peace.

There are dozens of shops now, another shopping-residential complex over what used to be an empty lot, the supermarket's expanded, the station upgraded - it's now a major(-ish) connection to the city.

Walk the streets, see the signage - the people, the people, the people.

Australia is growing, and so are its buildings - sometimes too fast (the Stepford-esque neighbourhoods, eerily quiet), often too slow - rent and congestion soar. It's these everyday problems I hear on the news, the constructions signs that mushroom on the streets that signal that the slow-moving haze I remember has gone. The sleek buildings keep rising, rising, rising.

And so the Opera House and the Harbour Bridge have competition, now - Sydney Harbour's first high rise building will join their ranks as an "iconic building" come 2014:


http://www.smh.com.au/nsw/lend-lease-given-approval-to-build-highrise-over-water-20101216-18zqm.html?from=smh_sb

Sydney's busy, keeping up with "New York, Singapore and  London."
http://www.businessreviewaustralia.com/tags/sydney-harbour/lend-lease-build-first-high-rise-sydney-harbour-area

Frogs find new ponds, and a city is more than just people, just place -
memory animates, connects.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

painting past present


This is a painting, red and black.

For a person newly informed of art and artistic history, a visit to the MoMA's Abstract Impressionist New York exhibition is almost as surreal as some of the artworks themselves.
My approach to going 'round the gallery was similarly subjective and (logically) illogical - beeline to the painting that I deem that I 'like,' then butterfly my way around the rest of the paintings.
I'd look at the painting, then read the tag - "Oooh, I read about him/her/this/it!!" - As excited as my little siblings when they first learnt to read.

So I had to pick a painting to blog about - the red and black one at the top of this post.

Let me tell you a few facts -
  • The Japanese flag is a red circle on a white background, like so:


  • In 1945, the first atomic bomb (used in warfare) was dropped on a place called Hiroshima.
  • The title of the red and black painting is: Blast, I
It's not so easy to dismiss now, is it?

Painted 12 years after the actual Hiroshima bombing by Adolph Gottlieb, Blast, I, to me, raises the question - what is destruction to modernity? [and even vice versa]

It's the paradox of the old and the new, the past and the present that keeps jumping out at me.
The subways of Manhattan, Robert Moses restructuring, New York's pride in surpassing Europe by 'doing' Classical architecture bigger and better...

painting the past in the present that becomes the past.

Monday, January 10, 2011

makjang opera

The OPERA.

Of strong voices that warble and Soras that nod -
So I'd expected.

No, this Sora sat through all 3 hours, 10 minutes, if not enthralled, absorbed - it was better than I thought it would be.

You didn't need 30(0) years of patience (years*COUGH* - I haven't felt so age-conscious in a while) to appreciate La Fanciulla del West - I'd already seen versions and versions of it since I was 8 -

On the TV screen, Korean melodramas of hidden birth secrets&/ identities, poor heroines (with more or less than a $30 education), lost loves, eternal loves, villains and picturesque scenery - tick tick, check check.
melodrama is makjang.  

Conventions - here, there, and everywhere.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Hopper is Strauss.

kiss - the
lips, RED.
like
cheeks, ROUGED.
like
crazy clowns 
with
white skin
like (the girl)?

Edward Hopper (American, 1882-1967). Soir Bleu (1914). Oil on canvas. 91.44 x 182.88 cm (36 x 72 in.). Whitney Museum of American Art. © Heirs of Josephine N. Hopper. Photograph by Geoffrey Clements.  
[http://artmuseumjournal.com/edward_hopper_soir_bleu.aspx]

yellow, blue&blue-er... green and red and black and white and RED and round again...

i see a nightmare in a day-dream where the north is now north-west but it's north because nobody knows -

                        and
                     up                         
                  up
we're caught up - up, up and away and "the crowd roared its approval
 - that was the most shocking thing."

do you see?

red is red because there's a blue that's blue
so new is new
because of -

We stood in line to get our tickets to the Edward Hopper exhibit at the Whitney Museum of American Art.
I was one of many milling around the spaces and twisty corners of the exhibit.
I don't like clowns, coulrophobia, it's called - those bloody(-red) eyes and grinning lips.
I was tired, sleepy, swaying on my feet and then a woman turned around and grinned at me -
"It's so creative, isn't it? Absolute genius."
Black hair and pale wrinkled skin, red lips - the young lady in the green paint is an old woman in black fur -

and then i'm just one of a mass audience of another Salome, where Edward Hopper is Richard Strauss.

then and now:
modern mingling - genius and popularity.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

An Ode, to the Subway.


Songs were sung,
  Tales were told.
  Oh, ye subway of the (now) & old.

Long, (not so) long ago, when I was little girl, I saw the dinosaurs.
Dead ones, flesh stripped off - skeletons, spooky. Archaic and Old.
Frozen.
Like my face was when we visited -
The M(etropolitan)T(ransit)A(uthority) Transit Museum. 
 

I have heard – [then, and now]:
Thy clattering tracks
And people in packs

The seven of us, our class, took the subway and walked there, to Brooklyn.

2 tracks left, 2 tracks right.
Fast and slow,
Off we go…

The entrance was dodgy-looking, instead of the grand columns and imposing doors it was just like any other random subway entrance on the street.

was, and is –
underground (WOOOOOOOW…), a little dingy,
mosaic gleams then paint’s all fade-y.

I'd seen most of the images and knew a lot of the basic facts that were displayed, because our class had seen the DVD "New York Underground" written by Elena Manns. It was surreal, really - seeing the brand-spanking-new-and-shiny footage of the beaver then seeing it in reality, faded and old. Like time had passed exponentially while I slept a jet-lagged, restless sleep. And then visiting a museum of the history of something current.

It's mesmerizing, in it's own way. Other people, subway-regulars, I assumed, drowsed and nodded away,  on the subway home. Me -

i have, been seduced, into thy warm embrace -
got lost, turned around
spun to the subway sound.

Come see the living dinosaurs of NYC in Brooklyn.
[You don't have to be little and in grade school.]

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

new york city: couture or off-the-rack?

was NYC made in the america? [the U.S of A kind]
no, don’t look at me like that, i can feel your ‘errrrr-what’s-wrong-with-you’ eyeballing over the internet:  

“It is puzzling but true that the outlook associated with New York’s cosmopolitan experience has been unable to establish itself as an American standard.”
Thomas Bender
Literature of New York

you see what i mean?

don’t get me wrong, i love the idea of new york, i like what I’ve seen so far – but what’s behind the hype and hoopla that is ‘new york city’?  

after reading a little about the american *COUGH-new york-COUGH* renaissance for class, i’m all caught up with the paradox of new york – is it a follower or a trendsetter?

the classical statues, the nymphs, the doric-ionic-corinthian columns.
the art, the artists, the architecture… hello paris and ecole-des-beaux-arts.

new york city became a trendsetter, by doing what’s been done, better.

maybe for you, it doesn’t matter, you don’t care. for me, well, i thought new york was something really unique, something new the world has never seen before.

is it?

“Only the newest comers or the dullest dwellers in New York are chiefly impressed by its size [or it’s been-and-done architecture]. If you know it all, and really see it and feel it, you must marvel more at its union of individuality and heterogeneousness. It is this that makes its character, and it is this that makes that character unique.”
Mariana Van Renssalaer, architectural critic for Century.
[New York Modern, William B. Scott and Peter M. Rutkoff]

if you read all of that and you’re still with me, congratulations.
you’re almost there.

i’m still a ‘newest comer,’ but i almost get it – see, it’s not just about the architecture, or who did what first, or who copied whom.

it’s the combination of the people, and the buildings, and the way of life that makes up an ‘aura,’ quote walter benjamin, that makes new york city an original, not a copy.

you've got to be here and feel it to get it.

THE END – of an
original blog post, made in new york city.
[not a copy made in china]

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

reporting on the bagel, from new york city.

the city that never sleeps.
or was that tokyo...?

fashionable people, so i've been told.
like paris...?

lots, and lots, and lots of people.
(not as many as china)

and bagels.

i had my first-ever bagel today, my first ever meal, from dunkin’ donuts.

i’ve seen a dunkin’ donuts in australia, and had them in abu dhabi as well.

“the UAE runs on dunkins’”

seriously.

i never checked to see if australia runs on dunkins’, but it probably does too.

it’s probably because it’s been less than a day since i’ve been in NYC, and walked down about two streets – so as of yet, it doesn’t feel that much different from sydney.

lots of people from different ethnic backgrounds, check.
lots of stores, (more variety, but still essentially the same idea,) check.
busy streets, check.

the cold weather and the accents threw me off, but there’s must be more to NYC than cold januarys and funny accents – ‘cause it has something extra, one thing that australia doesn’t have -

THE BAGEL.

i wikipedia-d ‘bagel’ because everyone kept talking about them back at sama, it was one of the most-missed foods, I think. Everyone (note: exaggeration) in NYC eats bagels, it’s an NY ‘thing,’ quote a korean documentary on NYC.

i found out that the bagel is actually of jewish origins. who’d have thought. it’s the brief dunking in boiling water that makes them chewy.

NYC. I haven’t seen much of it yet, but I plan to. I expected to see things more inherent to NY, I think, instead of bigger versions of things I’m used to -

so i’m off to look for more ‘bagels.’

hello, new york city.

hi, hello.. testing?

is this working?