Friday 26 October 2012

Puno y Lago Titicaca


This is my trip to a South American country. From New Jersey, USA, I flew for 7.5 hours to Lima, Peru and stayed overnight at the airport hotel. The next morning, I flew to Juliaca and was then driven to Puno, some 45 minutes away.
Source: Información y Asistencia al Turista Perú
On the way to Puno, we drove past a town with a lot of half-complete apartments and vast empty land with modern-looking buildings.

I was told that the apartments are half-completed for 2 reasons - owners may not have the necessary funds to complete the whole building and completed apartments would attract additional property taxes. Most people seemed contented to leave their apartments half done and live on the lower floors.


Puno, at 3827m above sea level, was to be my base for acclimitisation for my next trek. The city was created by the Spanish in 1668. Surrounded by mountains, it is famous for Lake Titicaca. (Source: www.visitperu.com)










I was doing well on the first day of arrival until a massive headache hit me after dinner. I have had several cups of coca tea (which is supposed to ease altitude sickness) during the day but the exhaustion from travel and the altitude change probably had a stronger effect on me. It was just as well it was bedtime and I slept the headache away.

To get over the altitude sickness, I had to stay active. Fortunately, most places of interests in Puno can be explored on foot and it felt safe. I wondered around the town.
Plaza de Armas
Lake Titicaca was not too far away from the Plaza but the first look was a bit disappointing and not as beautiful as the pictures:


I even managed to walk up tiny Huajsapata Hill without splitting my head or dying of breathlessness. Ha! The view of the town and the lake was worth the walk. 



I then took a 2-day trip to visit the islands on Lake Titicaca. 
The lake is the highest navigable lake in the world (which means navigation by large commercial boats) and travelling on boat to some of the islands would take hours. The western part of the lake belongs to Puno while the eastern part belongs to La Paz, Bolivia.

The boat trip showed me how beautiful Lake Titicaca is. It first took us to the floating islands of Uros. The inhabitants descend from one of the oldest known tribes in the Americans and make artificial islands out of reeds. 
Demonstration on how to build the island


To create an artificial island, blocks of soil have to be first 'harvested' from the lake, cut into smaller blocks and brought to the desired location. These blocks are then tied together and reeds are spread on the blocks in criss-cross  fashion before the houses can be built on the reeds. The island would last less than 20 years before it sinks. Meanwhile, the reeds have to be constantly topped up. It was surprisingly stable to walk on the island.







We then head towards Amantani Island, the second largest island on the lake and the biggest one on the Peruvian side (the largest island on the lake is Sol Island, on the Bolivian side). There are about 10 Quechua communities with 3,600 people living on the island. 

We were divided into smaller groups and had lunch with our host families in their homes. My hosts are grandparents whose children and grandchildren live in Juliaca. Many of the younger generation leave the islands for work in the mainland. With mobile technology, my hosts could talk to their grandchildren whenever they want now. She still cries on the phone when she talks to her grandchildren.
My hosts
Their home
There is only 1 electric lightbulb for the whole house and no running water. Water comes from a well in the garden, with very clear water from the lake.

In the evening, we walked up the highest point on the island but were not lucky enough to watch the sun set as the clouds were low.

View from Amantani Hill
From the top of the hill, we could see the Andean mountain ranges in Bolivia. It was truly amazing to know that this very mountain range is the same as that in the Canadian and American Rockies.
View from Amantani Hill
Andean mountains in Bolivia
On the second day, we departed for Taquile Island. I was surprised, even on the lake, the water was choppy. Apparently, the wind in the area is so strong that the waves can go up to 2 to 3 metres high.
Taquile Island
Arch that welcomes visitors
and marks dividing line between communities
On Amantani Island, only the women wear their traditional costumes. In Taquile Island, both men and women wear their traditional costumes. Men can be seen knitting at the plaza. We learned that knitting is a virtue both girls and boys have to learn from a young age. The residents in Taquile Island are recognised as the best weavers by UNESCO. The traditional chullo (beanie with ear flaps), for example, is very important on the island. Before a boy can ask for a girl's hand, he must pass a knitting test (in which he needs to demonstrate to the future in-laws that he is able to knit a chullo which can hold water for 5 minutes without any leak). The chullos for men also tells if one is married (colourful pinks and reds) or single (bottom half is pink and top half is white). If the chullo sits on the back of the head, a boy is below 15 years old. If the chullo is draped at the side of the head, the boy is above 15 years old. 


There were too much to learn about the natives. Every community has its own dialects, culture and traditions. The one thing that binds them all is probably their belief on the sun and the earth. Basic. Simple.




Thursday 25 October 2012

Grounds for Sculpture

American sculptor J. Seward Johnson wanted to make contemporary sculpture as an art form more accessible to the general public in an informal setting. The idea for a park, Grounds For Sculpture ("GFS"), was conceived and eventually opened in Hamilton in 1992. (Source: http://www.groundsforsculpture.org)


Gigantic sculptures dotted along the way from the Hamilton train station to GFS. 
The first sculpture I saw
(probably taller than the traffic lights)
Johnson, an artist turned sculptor, works on life-sized sculptures. One of his earlier works, King Lear, is in the park:








It is interesting to compare this sensitive, detailed piece to his newer works in the park. More recently, Johnson has begun to transform paintings by the Impressionists into 3D sculpture and add his own elements. "Were You Invited?" is perhaps one of his more popular works in the GFS. It is based on Renoir's Le déjeuner des canotiers (Luncheon of the boating party):
Renoir's Le déjeuner des canotiers
Source: The Phillips Collection

Johnson transformed the painting into sculpture next to a similar lake setting:


Notice that the painting ends waist up. Johnson added what may be going on below the table:

He also added himself and his sculptor friends into the "painting" - hence the title of the sculpture:

Johnson is the man in blue shirt facing us

It is quite a laugh. Visitors can touch and "mingle" with the sculptures. Have you noticed the real old lady among the sculptures in one of the photographs above? There is really no need to know the Impressionist painting in order to enjoy his works. 
Manet's Le déjeuner sur l'herbe (Luncheon on the Grass) had caused a big scandal and was rejected in The Salon. Johnson created the version and added a frog:
Manet's Le déjeuner sur l'herbe
Source: Musée d'Orsay


The park is littered with so many sculptures, sometimes it is difficult to tell if it is a real person or a sculpture:


Other times, the sculptures have to be closely examined:
Marisol's General Bronze
Inside the body of the horse in General Bronze
as seen from butt of horse 
There is also a sculpture where one can make music with by hitting the metal parts with metal drumsticks provided:

Zeus and Hera II

My favourite sculpture in GFS is Zeus and Hera II by Carole Feuerman. She was especially well-known for her detailed and life-like sculptures of swimmers. Her sculptures changed from life-like to more abstract when one of her sculptures fell on her hand and causing injuries and forcing her to change her sculpture technique. (Source: http://www.groundsforsculpture.org/c_cfeuer.htm?phpMyAdmin=rx8QRmkftsxKCJORMPMdrElzfme)

I like how the bronze and aluminium was used to fluidly created the sculpture. 

It was a brilliant day at the park, with no signs of fall approaching.



I walked back to the train station at the end of the day to view more of the sculptures along the road.










Tips for GFS:
- I took the NJ Transit to Hamilton train station and then a taxi ($10) to the park. The website does not mention this but NJ Transit bus 608 links the Hamilton train station to the park.

- On the way back, I walked from the park to the train station instead (so that I could look at the sculptures outside the park at my own pace). The walk took about 40 minutes (at a very slow pace). 

- The park is huge. New sculptures are added frequently and there are temporary exhibits in the halls. There is therefore really no need to follow the map and 'cover all exhibits' since there is probably no way of doing so. Just wonder around.

- Many sculptures are partially hidden. If you see a gap in the trees/ bamboos or a door which does not have a "no entry" sign, enter and a surprise may await you.




Niagara Falls


When I was young, I used to write to my retired primary school teacher. She would return my mails and send me photographs from her travels. One of the earliest photographs I received was that of her at the Niagara Falls:

I was always in awe and it probably first planted the seed of wanderlust in me.

Many years passed and the original photograph has turned yellow. It is finally my turn to be here. Needless to say, I am excited!

For my Dear Teacher. To Health and More Travels.



Rineke Dijkstra

I chanced upon Rineke Dijkstra: A Retrospective in Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum (http://www.guggenheim.org/new-york/exhibitions/on-view/rineke-dijkstra-a-retrospective). I had seen her work once, somewhere on this rtw trip (I cannot remember where exactly). It was a photograph of a teenage boy in Vondelpark and it had not left a deep impression on me - I had  remembered this photograph only because the audio guide introduced how it was supposed to show the awkwardness of a teenager growing up.
Source: Marian Goodman Gallery
This time, I had not gone to see Dijkstra's works at the Guggenheim either. I had gone to check out A Long-Awaited Tribute: Frank Lloyd Wright's Usonian House and Pavilion (which was a really disappointing exhibit imho). In short, I was clueless about Dijkstra and her works.

I learnt about Dijkstra in Guggenheim - she was born in the Netherlands in 1959 and worked as a formal portraitist for corporations until 1990 when she injured her hip in a road accident. She then began to work on own, taking photographs in series (such as taking a photograph of a girl annually as she transit from a child to a mother) and creating groups of photographs and videos around a specific typology or theme (such as adolescents in beaches). (source: http://www.guggenheim.org)

Individually, the photographs were beautiful but meant nothing to me. Collectively, her photographs evoked memories, showed transitions, reflected certain psychological states - things that I could relate. 

My favourite was a 4-channel video installation, The Krazyhouse (Megan, Simon, Nicky, Philip, Dee), Liverpool, UK (2009). 5 club goers were shown dancing to unfamiliar music in front of a white background. They were awkward, show-offish, energetic, happy... It was reminiscent of my youth. It was how we danced, how we watched people dance - enjoying ourselves, laughing at ourselves, laughing at others... I watched them and saw us in them.

To my friends who I used to dance with - Adrian, Angela, Patrick, Sean, Steven, Sun, Tricia, Wendy, Yean - I hope you are doing well.







Tuesday 9 October 2012

Balls

It is all about timing. I missed the football actions in Spain, Italy and England and basketball in Spain because the timing were not right and Euro Cup 2012 because I was in the mountains in Africa. 


I finally got to catch some sports actions in the USofA. The Giants were playing in Philadelphia and I watched New York Jets play against San Francisco 49ers. I do not follow the National Football League ("NFL") but used to watch it when it was shown on on free-to-air television back home. NFL sure is an expensive affair. Tickets, expensive. Food, expensive. Drinks, expensive.
It is all about the hair
The Jets' defence was a let-down and Sanchez did not deliver. The Jets' fans did not see the turnovers they wanted. With the third touch down by Carlos Rogers, most of the Jets' fans started to leave the stadium.

Baseball was another matter altogether. The last time I watched baseball live was in the old Yankees stadium, when they played one of their last games at The Cathedral. The atmosphere was still as electrifying in the new stadium, on a night when the New York Yankees were on its way to thrash Boston Red Sox 14-2 and named the American League East champions.

It was home-run galore, thanks to the 5 or more pitchers from Red Sox. As much as I enjoyed the home runs, I always find it more exciting to have the bases fully loaded and the outfielders in a mess and everyone running for their lives. Too critical of me? Haha! Sorry!
Jeter in action
Cano, poised for another home run
A-Rod walked
The boys doing the traditional YMCA moves

I have yet to watch US Open (tennis), NBA and ice hockey. Next time, perhaps. When the timing is right.