Arriving for the Maritime Silk Road Art exhibition
Arrived Penang airport along with a cohort of happy artists Singapore and Indonesia. I say happy because there is joy in meeting with fellows from around the world who understand the sensibilities and path of being an artist. That undeniable creative spirit that will not be silenced and that jumps to dance with others who know this freedom mixed with the need for determination.
The car journey to the gallery owners house was filled with Indonesian songs and then for me 'Hey Jude' which awakened shared memory in all passengers-the Beetles were international.
A steaming sizzling night hawker centre gave such pleasure to eat a small plate of Char Kuay Teow and soothing hot almond milk.
Arriving at Mr Tai's various artists sat outside at a big slice of tree table. excitement and hugs followed. I was delighted to see artists from the Qingdao Biennale in 2014 such as Goh Ben Kwan artist from Singapore.
Then I flowed along in the swooning heat and bubble of jet lag to be taken out for dinner. By now we had increased to about 4 tables of 10, including Mr Tai's family. For me a little steamed fish, the most delicious stir fried pak choi and steamed bean curd with lots of cross languages, borders and cultural conversation sautéed in laughter. a bit of juggling of who was in what car and collecting our cases from Mr Tai's - We were delivers at various artist houses. I am sharing a room with an artist from China who has a language app on her phone which is in itself amusing e.g its version of the bathroom is shared with next door-the app speaks out in a formal voice 'Attention the bathroom is an interchange!' through the night there was a big storm loud bangs of thunder and crashing rain I wondered if the top part of the house would still be here or if we were going to get taken through the air. This morning all calm still dark but the call of the mosque reminds me where I am with night cicadas and a few birds chirping ready for a new day.