The month of August in Singapore is always an exciting time.
On August 9th, Singapore’s National Day, fireworks bloom in the night sky like flowers against a black canvas. The Singapore Night Festival – in its 9th edition this year – takes place in the last two weekends of August, where the Bras Basah.Bugis Precinct comes alive after dark as performers delight audiences in and around the museums.
This year, since it happens to be an Olympic Games year, we are also treated to the artistry that is gymnastics, poetry and rhythm in motion – diving, running, swimming – and the song of the athletes’ eternal strive for sports excellence.
As you can see, the “accepted” forms of art – song, dance, paintings, sculptures etc – doesn’t just happen in theatres, museums or art galleries, art is everywhere. It can happen on the running track, in McDonald’s where you found a doodle on a napkin, or even Deepavali rangoli designs on your Hindu neighbour’s doorstep.
I hope this more or less explains my contrived attempt at describing what this blog is about. Hence like the President of Brazil who declared the opening of the 2016 Summer Olympic Games, it is with great pleasure that I declare this post the opening post of my blog dedicated to all things arty.