Wednesday, 16 December 2015



New York and Beijing  styles meet in Melbourne




The  National Gallery of Victoria is holding a special exhibition of the works of two prominent and significant contemporary artists from China and The States. Andy Warhol and Ai Weiwei are two popular artists whose works have been put together in NGV, Melbourne from 11 Dec, 2015 to 24 April 2016. 

Each of the two artists has made huge changes in the history of Pop art both in their countries and around the world. 

Andy Warhole began his magnificent life as a painter, filmmaker, photographer, simply a Pop artist, in the 1960s America when all the structures of art as people knew it before were undergoing noticeable changes by underground artists. While there was still a distinct line between high and low, good and bad, art, Warhol began to bring in the most simple and repetitive people's everyday life challenges and moments into art. His brilliant images of top leaders, movie stars, transexuals along with the everyday mass products like the soup and coke cans offer a different perspective of the 1960s American consumer culture and popular culture. 


Ai Weiwei is a Beijing based artist who has great experiences in conceptual art, sculpture, architecture, documentary photography, and filmmaking. He is the main designer of the Beijing National Stadium  for the Olympic games of Beijing in 2008. Ai Weiwei is a contemporary artist who has been actively criticising the Chinese government. He was jailed in 2011 for three months for his attacking posts and articles in support of democracy and human rights in China.

Here are some of the works shown in the exhibition, enjoy!



Andy Warhol, The Star from Myths, 


Ai Weiwei, the Skirt, 1994, Beijing

AI Weiwei, the twelve months

Ai Weiwei, Tompkins Square Park Riot, 1988

Ai Weiwei

Any Warhol, president McGovern

Andy Warhol, self-portrait



Ai Weiwei, Vodka bottle

Andy Warhol, Hammer and Sickle, 1976

Ai Weiwei, Ax in the box, 1993

Andy Warhol, Jackie, 1964 

Ai Weiwei, Safe sex, 1986

Ai Weiwei, Tompkins Square Park Riot, 1988

Ai Weiwei, Dropping a Han Dynasty Urn, 2015



Ai Weiwei


Ai Weiwei

Andy Warhol

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Ai Weiwe

Andy Warhol, Polaroids, 1969-87

Ai Weiwei, Hanging Man, 1985/2009







Ai Weiwei - Dumbass (Heavy Metal Music Video), 2013





Monday, 9 November 2015

Is that all you know about "living", to talk behind others?

In informal conversations when the subject of talking about others arise, a lot of people quote Roosevelt when he said : "Great minds discuss ideas. Average minds discuss events. Small minds discuss people."  

I was dealing with the idea for few months, examining the possible reasons that a person or a group of people (regardless of their gender) tend to make stories about someone behind her/his back. It seems like that defaming, verbally abusing and badmouthing a person is interesting to some people even in the second half of the 21st century. 

There is a long history of slander making, gossiping and creating rumors behind people's back in modern societies (Rosnow, 2001; Sharpe, 1980; Zhu, Zhi, 2012). These studies explain that there are multiple reasons that lead to creating rumors. Jealousy, lack of self confidence, having distrust of others, dissatisfaction of life are possible reasons that some people create rumors behind some others who are absent. 

Some of these researchers focused on different feelings people have when encountering others. For example Clanton (2015) examines jealousy and its origins in modern people's lives that is highly related to lack of confidence in oneself or low self esteem.  This low self esteem and lack of confidence can be one of the  most common reasons for starting a rumor or badmouthing some one behind his back. The low self esteem might be related to financial situation, social status, or simply being uncertain about who they are.  Sometimes a person is just jealous of you because you put in action your abilities and they simply don't. The jealousy is also triggered when a person is extremely unhappy for what ever reason and he/she sees his/her friends and acquaintances who are happy with what they have and are happy regardless of the difficulties of the everyday life. Sometimes being too happy might make people jealous of you. 

When a rumor and a false story about an absent person spreads, there are plenty of reasons creating it. Sometimes a misunderstanding between two or more people begins a story that might end well if all the people involve try to fix it by honestly talking to each other. But when the distrust exists between them, it doesn't matter whose privacy is invaded and ignored, a story is made based on some facts and true things about the absent person and it becomes a huge pain to everyone. 
This will lead other people to the picture who are not even slightly related to the problem.

Thus a huge mess made by some people who has been hurt from a misunderstanding and some other who are not even related to the matter (but they seem to enjoy the fights and struggles of others and sometimes they even add more false stories to the whole mess). 

A set of misunderstandings, distrust and jealousy shape a false story and the sick minds of some other people out of the problem who just enjoy making people fight, would create a rumor behind someone who is not even there to speak for her/him self. To my understanding thes is the most unethical and inhuman thing that anyone of us can possibly do to other peoples' lives.

What ever the origin of the madness is, it seriously needs to be stopped. 

Thursday, 3 September 2015

How to enjoy #Gojek in #Jakarta!



How to enjoy #Gojek in #Jakarta!




On the sixth day of my stay in Jakarta I decided to go to the #Freedom Library because I’ve heard the building is nice to see. I checked the map to see if I can go there by bus or taxi but it was already 10 in the morning and this means, you would stuck in heavy traffic for more than an hour on the main streets of the city. The traffic would start from 9 in the morning to 2 or 3 pm and then starts again at 3 in the afternoon till 10 pm. I tried to think of other ways to get my self to the interesting library and the Gojek (the #motorbike) came to my mind! To get one all you need to do is to download the application called gojek and order a motorbike by locating the starting point. They usually come very fast and ride even faster! The price also is way cheaper than getting a taxi (around 1 AUD to 5 AUD, no matter how long the distance is but taxi fares starts from 7AUD). So I ordered one and waited for it to come. While standing by the street in front of the 7 Eleven shop I started counting the motorbikes passing on the street, and at the same time hoping that the bigger and newer one would be the one taking me! I couldn’t keep on with the counting, cause there were a lot of them passing by at the same time in a row (as if they are setting off for a speed motor racing) but I continued wishing for the best of them to take me to the library.


After 15 minutes a noisy old black and red Yamaha was coming closer to the sidewalk, the driver was looking around in search of something. I just guessed that it would be him and waved my hand. He approached me asking “Eli?” with a smile. I thought to myself “great! he knows English” (An #Indonesian friend has told me the gojek drivers can’t speak English at all). So I happily said hi and hopped on the motorbike. He started to talk in  Indonesian spoken language (called #bahasa) of what, I had no clue, I showed him the side of the street and repeatedly said “park, park”, he did park and we tried to communicate; moving hands in the air, pointing to ambiguous directions with the head and eyes and finally pointing to the address on the Google map application on my smart phone. The driver looked puzzled he sighed and took his phone out of his pocket, it was a blue Samsung, he asked me to put the address in his Google map so we can get to the library. He sighed again while activating the “data” on his mobile phone; perhaps he didn’t want to use up the data. I didn’t have enough data but I showed him my phone and said “on my phone”, he smiled again and sat on the motorbike. Finally after 10 minutes the journey started from the National archive library to Freedom library in #Tugu Proklimasi (Proclamation monument). I have never had a slightest idea how it is to ride a motorbike.


My driver was so skilled specially in skipping the traffic lights and also when we were stuck in the traffic jam. He sneaked through the cars in traffic jam and tailgated with the #mini-buses just to get me to the library as fast as he could, even without me asking him to! At some points when he wanted to pass a car at a U-turn, he would get so close to the right side of the car and then kicked his left food to the front door of the car stop the car fro making a turn, then speeded up and made the turn. I felt my knee would feel the street ground or slide along the cars’ doors. 

I closed my eyes at times like this and screamed in his very ears, then he would laugh hard and repeated something in Indonesian which sounded like: “kmamanj”! When we had to stop at a big junction (that rarely happened because he took short cuts from narrow allies to avoid stopping at the lights!) he would turn his head backward as far as I can hear him saying the same word as above, and all I could do was smiling and nodding my head up and down (I have no idea why)! 



But I do know that I was so scared that I put my hands around his waist and when I felt we are crashing into cars and other bikers I subconsciously pushed my nails as hard as possible into his sides screaming “slow, slow” and he would laugh aloud and ride even faster than before. As my head was down I opened my eyes and realised we were on the “khusus bus” area (only buses) there was a huge bus behind us trying to get through no matter what. Again screaming was the only thing I could do, I even thought of jumping off the bike to the bus stop, but miraculously he managed to get out of the bus zone at a where the curb separating the bus zone and the rest part of the street, was damaged. I turned my head back to see how far we are from the bus and started to smile triumphantly as if we won the race, I honestly had this hidden feeling of joy that “we made it”. But then I realised I didn’t even look around the streets, sidewalks and other drivers from the moment I got on the bike. At that moment I had this paradoxical feeling of being scared and at the same time excited to be so close to other motorbike drivers, cars and the pedestrians. As I was looking around I saw a scooter riding very close to us. There were a lot of stickers and some initials sprayed all over the left side of the scooter (like a #graffiti design), the girl rider seemed so cool, She was in a long black dress with a placket on the side and a jean jacket, there was something like a chain floating from her left boot (I couldn’t see her other side), and she had her guitar at her back. I thought to myself it must be hard riding a scooter holding your heavy instrument while everyone is gazing at your skirt Placket. On our left side there was a huge (nice!) white and blue motorbike with a big Suzuki logo on the bottom of the right side. There was a little girl in front of the driver without wearing any protective clothes on and another girl at his back in her school uniform, she looked 10 and was singing in Indonesian. When our eyes met she waved hand for me shouting something in Indonesian, I just smiled at her and waved back.

The most interesting motorbike driver was a lady in front of us that we could catch up with her at the traffic light, she wasn’t wearing a helmet, and her motorbike was so old and shabby. It looked like one of those rusty motorbikes left from the 1970s. She had small long eyes, her face was so small, I could see some wrinkles around her right eye and also around her cheek, she looked more than 40. But in the colourful floral long traditional Indonesian dress with a bright pink scarf worn loosely on the head, she seemed as lively and energetic as a 20 year old would be. She was also wearing purple pants underneath the dress and yellow #clogs (Indonesian traditional shoes). The lady was talking on the phone so loudly that almost everyone around us was looking at her, I tried to ask my Gojek driver what she is talking about but as expected we couldn’t even start the conversation! There were boxes tightly fastened by rope on the back of the motorbike as if she is delivering mails and boxes. There was also a small basket in front of her that she has fixed it rightly with some plastic wires in the middle of the two handles bellow the bike’s horn. I could see a sandwich wrapped with wrapping rolls and a bottle of water next to it, there were also some papers and an open booklet like a receipt book piling up in the basket. The interesting thing about this lady was that she has put two small speakers on the two sides of the basket connected to a small mp3 like device hung on in front of the basket. The sound of #Azan (to summon Muslims to do their prayers) from the speakers was as loud as her voice on the phone. It is a great pity that I was too scared to let go of my hands from the drivers’ waist to take a photo of this interesting lady and other many motorbike and scooter drivers on the streets.

    
We arrived at the library after 30 minutes of breathless motorbike riding which could have taken me around two hours by bus or taxi. I paid him 5 AUD and he was smiling at me repeating, “Photo miss photo miss”. I liked how friendly he was and even though we couldn’t communicate verbally we managed to use body language or even Google the thing we wanted to say and tried to use online translation websites. This is how I could understand how much I should pay. We took a picture together but he didn’t want his motorbike to be in picture! I found the time suitable and tried to ask him what the word was that he kept saying while we were on the way, finally with a help of a taxi driver who could understand English a little, he remembered the word: Anak Manja meaning you are spoiled!
After this amazing, terribly frightening ride, I realised how fun it could be to ride a motorbike on busy streets, sliding between cars, buses and people, in your own traffic rules: just ride until you literally can’t. But definitely the fun part was only for me cause riding a motorbike for a person living in Jakarta means a lot more than that. It is a part-time or full time job for the gojek drivers, the cheapest and fastest means of transportation for people who don’t like to stuck in heavy #traffic jams on the way to work in the morning and on the way back home in the afternoon, they don’t even need to worry about finding a parking lot because they park at any spot that’s empty. And also it is an #economical way to #transport small packages and letters with a lower fare and in a shorter amount of time compared to transporting companies. Riding a motorbike is also very economical for students and employees with low incomes for they don’t need to worry about the commuting fares at all. In general #scooters and motorbikes for everyday people (similarly for both males and females) residing in Jakarta are the most economical, fastest and convenient means of making money and transportation.

The Gojek driver and me



Monday, 15 June 2015

Snoop: “Persian taste?! That’s cool”



Artemis, an Iranian singer, has just released a track with Snoop Dogg, an American rapper well known for his sexist, violent, Gangsta rap. The song got a huge amount of dislikes from the Zoroastrian communities around the world for they believe that the music video mocks their religion and disrespects their almighty sign of Faravahar.
As a hip-hop researcher being in the field for more than five years, I believe the song and also the music video does have more to it rather than being produced merely to mock Persians and their myths and history.
Talking about myths and also embodying old myths and legends have always been significant parts of rap songs’ plots. This is to say that one of the features of the black heritage was the storytelling nature of rap songs that revived the culture of the historical African storytellers known as the griots. Although the contents of the stories being told are not only the history and background of black people anymore, but rappers like Slick Rick, Nas, Schoolly D, and other tried to tell the stories of their lives in the lyrics of rap songs. In October 1991 Ice-cube released the album death certificate. The songs in the album are good examples of the storytelling narration of rapping style, while embedded in the historical events of California in 1991 and 1992. Ice Cube’s narration with profane language, ultimate violence and also celebrating drugs is the common element of the rap rhetoric emerged everywhere in the US. Yet, the mentioned narrative was extremely manifested in the Gangsta rap style initiated in California.
This Gangsta rap has been the target of academic and journalistic critiques for long. They deal with the work of Gangsta artists such as NWA, Dr Dre, and Snoop Dogg. They mostly characterise the apolitical, narcissistic and sexist themes in songs of Snoop, Shakur, NWA and others.
However this very type of rap has been a lucrative synthesis that has brought fans of both media together as consumers, while lining the pockets of music and adult industry businesspeople. Now as I mentioned earlier, the stories do not deal with reviving the African history and urging black identity anymore, they rather tell the fancy stories for a consumer audience. As Riley comments on it, “they have observed the coming together of genres, as well as the broader "pornification" of hip-hop and the mainstreaming and "diversification" of pornography, with the glee of robber barons. As one adult industry critic observed: "Hip Hop and porn are a natural marriage; from underground traditions and celebrating outlaw lifestyles, they have both become the source of eye-popping profits for savvy investors".
This sense of pornography has become essential to hip-hop music videos and the advertisements for hip-hop artists or entertainers, so these videos have been the principal location for a growing pornographic sensibility that functions to market black bodies, aesthetics, and culture to a global consumer audience. This role of music videos and the commercial hip hop that has been emerged has brought about financial success to corporate television media, including “Viacom's MTV, VHi, and BET, "bling" lifestyle products and brands (De Beers, General Motors, Louis Vuitton Moet Hennessy- LVMH), and for quite a few rappers as well as others in the industry such as music video directors, producers, agents, designers, stylists, and film crews”.
Bearing this fact in mind, one can expect the producers, directors of hip hop music videos and also the rappers and songwriters, to go beyond the African American and urban American contexts and adopt some mythical global (and sometimes exotic) concepts to merely add up to the already existing audience.

In this sense the “king” music video is totally understandable for it is merely following the mythic and story telling characteristic of a rap song for a global consumer audience, rather than targeting and disrespecting a pre historic religion, here Zoroastrianism.