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...summer day, artist Tan Swie Hian, 60, stands poised before a four-story-high canvas in the middle of St. Marcos Square, surrounded by Venice's celestial domes. Suddenly, Tan leaps toward the immense sheet, wielding his brush like a swordsman as he swiftly inscribes an immense poem; inky Chinese characters that tell of sleeping pillows and dreamy, butterfly wings. Singapore's most famous artist is doing at the Venice Biennale what he has long done back home in East Asia: combining East and West, through multiple disciplines, with the explosive precision of a bombmaker...
...Singapore, a country that has struggled to produce artists who excel in even one medium, it's startling to find someone like Tan, who has thrived in so many different art forms and has achieved international acclaim for all. In January, Tan won the Crystal Award from the World Economic Forum, which held a major exhibition of his works at Davos. Tan is also currently building the first Earth Art Museum in Qingdao, China?a $690,000 project that sprawls over two mountainous kilometers?where Tan directs a crew of carvers to inscribe his calligraphy into the rock-filled museum...
...main objective is to be like Buddha," explains Tan. Tan is the only Singaporean I know who speaks English with a French accent, a result of his 25-year tenure as the press attach? for the French embassy in Singapore. (Tan was also the first person to translate the works of Samuel Beckett and Romanian Marin Sorescu into Chinese, achievements that earned him the Chevalier de l'Ordre award from France and the Sorescu International Poetry Prize from Romania...
...whole, the crowds lining up are incredibly mixed, both ethnically and economically. I get to my local Coffee Bean in Westwood at 9:00 every weekday morning. Next to me are always the same group of regulars—a movie mogul type complete with Oakleys and a leathery tan, a young Asian girl sporting the world’s largest variety of UCLA shirts, a woman in her 80s after “a passion fruit iced tea and a bagel, extra cream cheese” and two Mexican construction workers on their mid-morning break...
...riddle. At the time, I never needed to take the train; my mother would drive me the five minutes to elementary school, and I wouldn’t have to meet up with friends in the city until high school, years later. So the thick, tan-painted pillars along Jamaica Avenue held up not only train tracks, but also a mysterious world—one literally parallel to my own, but full of details and experiences unlike any I would know down here...