The following is two parts of an original essay written for the book 'Matahati' published by Petronas Art Gallery in conjunction with the groups major show in 2008. It covers a repertoire of Masnoor Ramli's works. Due to space constraint, this original essay was edited and re-edited to fit the editorial requirement of the publication. The following is a part of the original version. Other parts will be posted in sections.
MASNOOR RAMLI
THROUGH THE ‘EYES’ AND ‘HEART’
OF A FRIEND
Hasnul J Saidon
Good and beautiful things are
normally not to be seen or touched. They are meant to be felt.
I think I might have taken the above quote from Hellen
Keller. I believe that it captures the spirit of love and friendship that I
have taken for granted in the midst of ‘sustaining a career’. It lingers in my
mind as I’m writing this.
1. PRELUDE
1.1 The Riddles of
Sustaining A Friendship
My dear friend Masnoor.
Thank you for inviting me to write about you and your
work. Thank you for traveling to Penang to spend
some time with me and to provide me with all the necessary materials. I will
treasure them as a ‘trust’ that only a few privileged souls would be honored to
keep. Thank you for your willingness to share your journey as an artist. I
welcomed your invitation as an honor, but took it as a weighty responsibility. Anyway,
thank you.
Masnoor my friend.
The word ‘friend’ can be a very elusive term in
today’s age of instantaneous communication. A lot have changed for the past 19
years, especially since our youthful days in UiTM. Today, its not about
‘getting high’ (with youthful idealism), but ‘getting real’. As I had written
to our fellow friend Hamidi before :
“We are living in a country that is anxious to reach
its ‘vision 2020’. After all, most of us would readily subscribe to an urban
lifestyle as dictated by the ebbs and flow of free market liberalism,
globalization (read Western) and the novelties of information and communication
technology. Even lifestyle itself can be perceived as a form of industry and a
money making business”.(1)
“Some of us would aspire to emulate the ways of a
post-industrial society – contemporary, liberal, efficient, professional,
high-tech, trendy, hip, and don’t forget – rich. It is a society of ‘spectacle’
in which impression, brand presence, positioning, business acumen and strategic
planning are critical to one’s political, social, and economic survival. It is
a society that is supposed to operate on a highly specialized, systematic,
organized, rational, and objective system - a legacy left by the operational
logic of industrial paradigm. Progress, development and success are highly
equated by tangible material gains and numerical indexes”.(2)
Masnoor,
Today, friendship can be easily swallowed by the need
to be highly perceptive towards the forces of the market. Instead of simply
being a ‘friend’ and valuing our ‘friendship’, we may start to look each other “as
a ‘commodity’ striving for a ‘competitive market value’”.(3)
Friendship in today’s age of ‘glocalization’ can also
be very clinical. Even the term ‘friend’ has sometimes being elevated to ‘professional
networks’. Sadly, you and I may begin to look at each other as either a
‘collaborator’ or a ‘competitor’. We may also equate a ‘friend’ within the
framework of our ‘hidden agenda’, ‘promotional, marketing and branding
strategy’, and the need to expand our ‘profit margin’. With our ‘mata’(eyes),
we may begin to be suspicious of everything, and at the same time, always
looking for ‘strategic extension’ of our ‘career path’.
With our left brain, we may plan rigorously and
strategize regularly. Our mind will begin to breed on a claim of objectivity
and being ‘independent’, which will then entail us to separate ourselves as the
‘observers’ from the ‘observed’. Consequently, we may grow an appetite to
control or to dominate others (including our friends).
Instead of inter or co-dependency, we may proudly yell
‘independence’ (a delusion that has been proven ‘primitive’ by quantum physic).
What we may not realize is that it will also create layers upon layers of veils
to discriminate, analyze, differentiate, and separate. But who cares!, It will
greatly assist us to dwell into the economics of income, earnings, revenue,
proceeds, turnover, profits and loss! We need to get real, remember!
In the midst of all these, what will happen to our
‘hati’ (heart), my friend Masnoor?
Perhaps, with our ‘hati’(heart), we may begin to
‘veil’our soul with self-glorification, self-centeredness, greed, envy, jealousy, and hate. Today’s
friendship can be easily tested by these ‘lures’. These lures tempt every soul
without discrimination. No matter how submissive we are to the stereotypical
ethnic identification that we have inherited from our colonial legacy, these lures
will tempt us regardless.
Masnoor my friend.
Forgive my sarcastic ranting. I need to get it out of
my system before I can write with a clear conscience. 19 years of friendship
cannot be simply demoted to ‘a task’ or ‘an assignment’ or ‘a project’ with a
given ‘dateline’. Forgive me for the apparent lack of urgency (some would use
‘professionalism’) and having to take (or waste) some time to ‘detoxify’.
Now, I hope I can engage and write peacefully.
1.2 The Enigma of
Transcribing the ‘Hati’(heart).
Masnoor,
Most of what I will write about will be based on my
personal encounters with your artworks for the past 19 years. Most of the
encounters were primary, meaning that I had spent some quality time engaging
directly with the works when they were exhibited or screened. Some of the
encounters came from secondary sources – your own documentation (videos,
pictures, press reviews), and exhibition catalogues. Of course, I will add some
spices by employing several theoretical frameworks and contexts. I know that we
might end up feeling dizzy or ‘high’, but I guess I don’t mind taking that
risk. My approach is not chronological, but thematic. Since your artworks
feature various trajectories, I have to employ a combination of methods - formalism,
semiotic (which relates to deconstruction, intertextuality, simulacra) as well
as a restrained use of psycho-analytic and spiritual frameworks. Most of the
time, I will try to be ‘rooted’ to the local contexts.
I will also rely on what others have written and said
about you, from exhibition catalogues, press reviews and interviews (sometimes
bordering on gossiping). Simply put, the whole writing will be based from what
I saw with my ‘mata’(eyes) and what I felt with my ‘hati’(heart).
Certainly, the ‘hati’ part is best told or narrated by
you. Initially, I thought about using Al-Ghazali’s elaboration of ‘mata hati’ to
propose my reading of your group’s name.(4) I
think the name of your group is very beautiful, important and has a very deep
spiritual connotation. It would be interesting to know where the idea of using
the name ‘Matahati’ came from, before the formation of the Group.
In recalling the initial formation of Matahati at
UiTM, Rahime Harun writes:
“While at MARA they sowed the seeds of wanting to
create a ‘garden of art’ with the vision to enliven and brighten the somewhat
lackluster art scene in the nation”.(5) I do hope that you and your friends have succeeded in
enliven and brighten the local art scene, perhaps with the Group’s hearts.
But since the significance of the group’s name will
probably be done by the appointed Chief Curator and another appointed writer, I
will focus on you as instructed. Anyway, even if I wanted to quote Al-Ghazali
in explaining your work, it would probably turn this writing into a ‘khutbah’
(sermon) or make it sound corny. That was my enigma.
When it comes to ‘hati’, the cliché assumption is that
an artist should not be required to explain his or her work. Such assumption
can sometimes be used as a veil. Since I know that you don’t like cliché
things, I will also refer to your diary or personal notes on your artistic
journey. But the reading of your work will mostly be mine. I propose that you
include some of your personal notes as a separate entry in the catalogue.
Another enigma is that no matter how ‘independent’ you
may claim to be, I hope you will be open to the notion that your ‘identity’ as
a visual artist may be a ‘construct’ – build by a combination of overlapping
matrix of relationship, not just with ‘friends’. As
mentioned by Adeline Ooi in her “Thoughts on Matahati PL 1999”:
“Identity is a construct. Perception constantly
changes. It is never absolute, only relative”. (6)
This ‘relative construct’ relate directly to my
previous ranting. The players and movers within the intertwining matrix are
your fellow artists, curators, writers, gallery owners, collectors, editors,
journalists, and almost anybody who has become a symbiotic part of the local
art scene (and in today’s age of ‘gobble’lization, includes regional and
international art scenes). The matrix will continue to construct and
re-construct your ‘image’ by defining, explaining, positioning, marketing,
promoting, hyping, acknowledging, validating, celebrating, and glorifying you,
or even deconstruct you by doing the opposites.
I understand that ‘meanings’ and meaningful things in
such matrix can be ‘lost in translation’. I don’t have to elaborate on this.
Shahnaz Said has explicated rather eloquently on this and on what she called
the ‘third meaning’ in her essay for your “Matahati PL” exhibition, held in the
Petronas Gallery in 1999 :
“In a desire for the construction of a vibrant
contemporary context for art, they have maneuvered a means for critical
dialogue through an exhibition agenda in which topical issues are brought to
the fore. In order for dialogue to take place, language must be founded on
voices heard”.(7)
At the end of the whole thing, you may end up reading the
voices of my ‘mata’ and my ‘hati’. How ironic isn’t it.
But then again, the ‘I’ in ‘my’ can also be taken as a
accumulation of ‘voices heard’, a kind of endless strings of intangible
frequencies or vibrations that manifest themselves in a localized or physical
form as MASNOOR RAMLI : THROUGH
THE ‘EYES AND ‘HEART’ OF A FRIEND.
Masnoor,
My reviews will be broken into 7 parts, since 7 is an
auspicious number according to
many traditions.
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