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Iron in the soul oh! oh! OHhhhhh!

1/8/2017

 
Let me say it again
HYPE IS HYPE..
ART IS ART IS ART...
Unfortunately no one believe this as it is because they prefer the games and circuses. If not Thomas Berghuis will be the chief curator and Ute Meir Baur would be the philosopher queen and Gugenheim will be the place we all should get solo exhibitions for only 1 to 2 weeks only, just like in The Substation. Because we will probably be having a true democracy and possibly a utopia. Where we are all good and serious artists who deserve a one man show. And whether coming from timbuktu or gallipoli it does not matter. Since there will be so many and that is why each may only be lasting for one or two weeks per show. Then we have the how to put up & then take down so fast go see my wife satoko's annual kindergarten show. it only lasts one day in a year. But the enjoyment is quite total cause everyone who steps in to see gets so much joy in it i dare say if we measure success of an exhibition based on per capita satisfaction of the audience these exhibitions would be topping the lists 10 out of 10 and next day all works returned to artists and installations made of cardboards (like carton boxes of different various sizes) goes to burn in rubbish... so art is purely for sharing ideas as well as physical entertainment for those are pure innocent ones enjoying quite the real thing that is ART is Art and not all the other shenanigans we have learned to enjoy but yeeeeccHEEEBETCHLLLRRR!!!!

June 08th, 2017

9/6/2017

 

January 13th, 2017

14/1/2017

 

FREEDOM, SERVICE, HOPE # 2

6/12/2015

 

refer: http://leewen.republicofdaydreams.com/diary-of-a-dead-artist-2-staglinec-koprivnica-croatia.html

November 01st, 2015

2/11/2015

 

Saya bukan orang utan

2/11/2015

 

Saya bukan orang utang!!
Saya orang merdeka
Saya orang bumi dari sini
Saya orang punya malaya
Singapura maju lah
langit biru di bawah 
kita semua
saudara dan beradik
keluarga
orang yang sama daripada satu pokok
satu keluarga

Thank you abang Valentine Willie for providing a neutral platform.
Without which i nearly forgot my role. Your bringing this back to us is a boon to us all. 
Terima Kaseh! Merdeka! Maju Lah!!!

Saya bukan orang utan @ Singapore Survey 2015 Hard Choices curated by Valentine Willie @ Helutrans.
photo by Genevieve Chua.
https://www.facebook.com/genchua/photos_all

https://soundcloud.com/lee-wen2/sets/saya-bukan-orang-utan — at Singapore Survey 2015: HARD CHOICES.


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November 01st, 2015

2/11/2015

 

“Just another old fashioned love song”

5/1/2015

 
It all sounded like a new me, but how many times have I been fooling myself I wonder. What are new after all are the pains on my body. And that is because I am growing older and older and due to that inevitable natural process of growing each moment closer to death. Which is not the end yet I hear. Yes every day is a new life after a deep sleep of dying to what had just passed; I wake up to a body in a state of growth where decay is more apparent. Decay that pronounced itself with the pains that is perhaps somewhat in reciprocation to nevertheless my own desires, in youthful urgency I greedily satisfied them. With wayward depravity, the grabs of pleasures were excessive but justified I thought. After all they were there for my innocence to taste and savor unto full satisfaction. That too is part and parcel of the knowledge one acquires for ours is a quest to wisdom, as it is to be also that of self-fulfillment. However there are limits and thresholds to be observed too. Not understanding or rather ignoring that pain and pleasure are to be balanced just as meticulously in the well kept accounting of Mother Nature and the One Source we all came from and shall return to at the end. Only difference is my breath they seem to trip up so easily these days and makes me sing out like a new song. Nay not all that new but actually just like another old-fashioned love song. Sigh...so I may forget my pains and remember oh so sweet the pleasures of my dear life, I have had on the way back to the source through that same old kick called death.
  -  Artist's statement for "Inscrptions" curated by Jason Wee at the Art House during Singapore Writers Festival, Fringe 31 October to 30 November 2014.

    Was it just a year ago when things seemed to be going in a direction where the changes we ask for had a good fighting chance of becoming true. But now that a year had gone by, it seem to be not only a delay in changes but we may find a backlash of conservatism as Singapore gears herself to a year of self-congratulatory celebration of 50 years independence and success is a key word and sentiment/ Never mind the failures, lets walk like giants at least for the year ahead. Nobody needs bad news on her 50th birthday.
    I don't mean to be a wet blanket but there are various issues still held at bay that seems like needles and pins even as one try to feel comfortably sedated so as to enjoy a good snooze on the haystack not withstanding any needles in the hay stack.

i am not artist

30/11/2014

 



I Am Not Artist
i'm finished and ready to sleep with no dreams
to read without books
to love with no one in mind nor in body
i'm finished with art that they wanna sell with no ning bing ging kink jing
or even to ring them bells
I'm finished with the celebration of hell
stop asking me to perform for your fake anniversaries of freedom
when all you wish is put me in a paradiso prison
stop asking me to be a shining star in your celebration of expression and culture of fear
i ain't gonna stay put and tremble in crimean fear
strut and bray roosters crow if you are still oh so bold to pride us in your shamless fold
as if i were your catch at some of your obnoxious obscene idea of power glory dirty laundary
i shall let unfold my intestines of innard crab shaped gold and let you have my blood in my teeth of heeps of dos and don'ts of grandfather's fines
hark in christmas i never saw santa only the lonely beggar of truth in song and dance we shall see at once the glory of humanity not sucker's toys!!!
come and be one of us
come off your fine horse and take us
and be like us simple poets minor dust
you are too your highness only delusions
your greatness shall be if you accept us your equal minors in the sun
then giants too should learn to lay with us
the greatness shall be just as it is written thus
the meek shall inherit as we must we must
the meek yes and seek i need and find i must
jut jut truth train and peace to last
yea i say it sing it fling and sting it all over
jut jut tut tut truth train peace to last
its now or never hey you too clever
its now or never don't deny we also can be clever
mr, mister minister sir sir sir
yes sir no sir ready to die and ready to kill sir yes sir yes sir
NO KING NO SEX NO DRUGS NO FUCKS 
Just guns and Capital and YES SIR YES SIR
READY TO KILL AND DIE FOR FLAG AND COUNTRY SIR YES SIR
CITIZEN SOLDIER NO NOT ARTIST WHO CARES ABOUT THE SOUL WHEN ITS ALL MIND 
MIND THAT MINE THAT'S MINE THE MIND
KEEP YOUR HEART AND ART THAT'S ALL FARTS AS SUCH
we are ruled by the coolest three jewels of the trinity
who needs a ticket to heaven go take your stake
Remember to pay your taxes and get a license 
Don't forget to give unto Ceasar what is not for Beaver

Blame it on the stars above

2/11/2014

 
How can I say?
It’s always been this way
Blame it on the stars above
All those unfulfilled love

What can I say?
Its gotten this way again
We knew it from the start
And let it fool our hearts

It's now too late to say
Here we go again
Will we still fly like the wind
Return again to begin as origin

That's all for nothing much to say
You knew it all the same anyway
A lone wolf running in the wild
Dancing in the heart of a child

Blame it on the stars above
Blame it on the stars above
Blame it on the stars above
Blame it on the stars above