Diary of an NUS Museum Intern: Mei En Gui
Note: Diary of an NUS Museum Intern is
a series of blog posts written by our interns about their experiences
during the course of their internships. Working alongside their mentors,
our interns have waded through tons of historical research, assisted in
curatorial work, pitched in during exhibition installations and
organised outreach events! If you would like to become our next intern, visit our internship page for more information!
As a student studying politics, sometimes I find it difficult to dissociate works of art from its political purpose and functions. The private collection of prints and paintings from the Vietnam War period really taught me to look before and beyond cynical politics which exists in every frame of time. Sometimes, these objects may be avenue of escapes for the common masses, where they find temporary peace and solitude in a haven, safe from the destructive social climate of their times. Sometimes, it may be an outlet of expression. Or maybe, these objects are (merely) a source of bread and butter. Yet, the presence of these visual records of brutality and humanity may spell doom for the artist. Perhaps this contradicting flux is yet another microcosm of the society we live in today.
I believe that one of the first sensations for a museum goer
is the silent exhalations of the beautiful objects. I realised that nothing is truly beautiful
even if beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. Instead, we are most
interested in its deeds. The historian
is intrigued by the stories; the artists are intrigued by the techniques; the
intern is intrigued by all the labour behind the scene. We delve; we discover;
we are confused; yet at the end of the exhibition, we all seek to be
enlightened. Even if the sweetest turn sourest; we savour the bitter aftertaste.
In my four weeks, I barely had enough time to savour the aftertaste of anything. And it is in this period that my perspective of time and history was challenged, reinforced and recreated. I am thankful for my mentors and fellow interns who guided and accompanied me on this journey of exploration, making my time here such a fulfilling and enriching one.
In December 2014, 8 interns joined us to work with the
curatorial and outreach teams, conducting research for upcoming exhibitions and programmes in 2015 at the museum and the NUS Baba House. Besides those involving our collections and recent acquisitions, the interns prepared for upcoming exhibitions surrounding the work of alumni artists, the
T.K. Sabapathy Collection, as well as SEABOOK. They also assisted with ongoing happenings at the museum, including exhibition installation and programme facilitation.
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Mei En Gui is a second-year student at the Department of Global Studies at NUS FASS. During her internship, she worked on research for Between Here and Nanyang: Marco Hsu's Brief History of Malayan Art, our upcoming Resource Gallery, as well as a prep room project surrounding Vietnamese war prints. The Between Here and Nanyang: Marco Hsu's Brief History of Malayan Art exhibition is currently open at the South and Southeast Asian Gallery on the Concourse level of the museum.
During the semester, I was exposed to the theories used by
Benedict Anderson in his book Imagined Communities. In this text, I was exposed
to several interesting thoughts. One of it was the idea of the simultaneity of
time (Anderson, 1991). It is said that
the people in medieval times had a different understanding of time. There was
no past, there was no future; there was only a continuous present. With the
invention of clocks and the reinforcement of their use during the Industrial
Revolution, we are more familiar with the concept of the past today. The museum is
a labyrinth; we could find the past in its rarest form. Their timeless beauty,
their arrogance, their majesty, their wretchedness were all encased in a time
machine. Stepping into one was akin to
being transported into a dimension where one could exist in a time simultaneous
with the artist or the merchant. The simultaneity of time is no longer a
privilege of the past, as claimed by Anderson, when we step into a museum.
I was first tasked to find out the different symbolism of
the different motifs used in the decoration of chinaware. Beyond history, I had
learnt about the attitudes of the Chinese. Working on Marco Hsu's Brief History
of Malayan Art gave me insights into how artists and curators cannot function in
an isolated time frame from the other (even if the artist is deceased). I was
put in a position where I had to research on the times of tumult which the
artists lived in back then. It seems we will not fully comprehend the
emotions behind a piece of work if we cannot put ourselves in the same social
climate as they had lived in. The only way to imitate as such was through
imagination, aided by voracious reading. And the most delicate object put up in
an exhibition, as I thought, would perhaps be the emotions behind every piece
of work. When I stepped into the Curating Lab exhibition, an initiative to
expose budding curators to the work of a curator, it was a moment of conflict.
I thought: how different is a piece of artwork different from a piece of
history? Are they in fact subsets of each other? Perhaps a piece of history
would become a piece of art when it loses its social purpose for the people in
that sphere of time.
The colonial map of Singapore and Johor in 1954, something which I’d chanced upon while reading an annual report for the Marco Hsu project |
As a student studying politics, sometimes I find it difficult to dissociate works of art from its political purpose and functions. The private collection of prints and paintings from the Vietnam War period really taught me to look before and beyond cynical politics which exists in every frame of time. Sometimes, these objects may be avenue of escapes for the common masses, where they find temporary peace and solitude in a haven, safe from the destructive social climate of their times. Sometimes, it may be an outlet of expression. Or maybe, these objects are (merely) a source of bread and butter. Yet, the presence of these visual records of brutality and humanity may spell doom for the artist. Perhaps this contradicting flux is yet another microcosm of the society we live in today.
“For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.” |
In my four weeks, I barely had enough time to savour the aftertaste of anything. And it is in this period that my perspective of time and history was challenged, reinforced and recreated. I am thankful for my mentors and fellow interns who guided and accompanied me on this journey of exploration, making my time here such a fulfilling and enriching one.
References
Anderson, B. (1991). Imagined Communities: Reflections on
the Origin and Spread of Nationalism. Verso.
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