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BOH Cameronian Arts Awards

"There are painters who transform the sun to a yellow spot, but there are others who with the help of their art and their intelligence, transform a yellow spot into the sun."

- Picasso
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The National Art Gallery's Zanita Anuar, architect Adela Iskandar, and artist and art writer Iskandar Unglehrt

Artist-academics Dr Sulaiman Esa (second from left) and wife Dr Khatijah Sanusi (right)

Art historian T K Sabapathy and artist laureate Datuk Syed Ahmad Jamal

Choreographer Marion D'Cruz, art collector Fatimah Sulaiman and NAG director-general Wairah Marzuki

Art collector Pakhruddin Sulaiman and Roslisham Ismail (Ise)

Marion enlivens the tribute with anecdotes of pivotal moments she and her husband Krishen Jit shared with Piyadasa

T K Sabapathy and Datuk Syed Ahmad Jamal listening as others recount their experiences

Dr Sulaiman Esa talks about how Piyadasa and him went on separate journeys towards a common goal

Filmmaker U-Wei Haji Shaari remembers the first moment he met fellow Pahang boy Piyadasa

Piyadasa's daughter Jay talks about her father's tough love

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02. 06. 2007
All Very Naughty by Veronica Shunmugam

“The problem with this country is that we don’t realise how much we have lost,” Marion D’Cruz said, at a tribute for the late Redza Piyadasa on June 2nd, 2007 at Jalan Damai’s RA Fine Art Gallery.

We hope to replicate the spirit of that tribute here, online. What follows are brief stories and statements about the visual artist, lecturer and critic, from four people -- including Marion -- who knew him. This article isn’t meant to end with just these four, however. Piyadasa was an Influence on Malaysian arts practice; we respectfully welcome artists, students, and acquaintances to -- in the comments section below -- debate Piyadasa’s critical oeuvre, consider his work as an artist, and share stories of their own. ~


Datuk Syed Ahmad Jamal
Painter, National arts laureate, former Balai Seni Lukis Negara director

What caught your attention about the young Piyadasa?

Piyadasa was my student at the Specialist Teachers Training Institute in Cheras, in 1962, along with Chew Teng Beng and Ahmad Haji Hashim. He was among the limited few subsequently sent to the United Kingdom (Hornsy College of Art, London, 1963-1967) for training. I also wrote in support of him to be accepted in to the East-West Centre in Hawaii, to do his MA; he came to be very well-regarded by his professor there.

He struck me as very intelligent and eager to participate in discussions. Unlike the other students -- who just accepted what the teachers said -- he challenged me. He was not one of those that would keep quiet if he didn’t agree with things. He did not want to take a subject that, he felt, was not relevant to his training -- and almost got into trouble for not having fulfilled the requirements to pass the course.

I remember that he had a lot of strong views, and would get into trouble with other artists. But, you know, he felt that artists should not only

~


Prof Madya Fauzan Omar
Award-winning artist, Universiti Sains Malaysia Assistant Professor of Fine Arts

How did you manage the change from being Redza’s student to a fellow painter?

I think my relationship with Piya was always a love and hate relationship. Once, he ridiculed me and told me to leave his class. He used to tear up my work and step on my work and call me all sorts of names!

At that time, we were all very naughty, and must have posed a challenge to any art teacher. Piya used race and all sorts of condemnation to challenge us, to prove to him that we were not what he called us. Majority of the students hated him.

But it became clear to us that he was a good teacher, and that he was concerned for us. He’d give us a reading list, and he expected us to be aware of current affairs.

I still quarrelled with him, at the age of 30! Once, he called me up to condemn one of my exhibitions. But I remember I felt really good when I read his comments of the work I submitted for the Fukuoka Asian Art Triennale in 1979. He really took the pains to do a good analysis.

How did his methods -- especially his teaching methods -- influence yours?

He gave a thorough lecture -- which was sometimes difficult for us to follow, during those days. He used slides and teaching aids to help us understand. He’d explain a lot, during class, and would work together with us on projects, leading us by example.

I think the most effective teaching methods I use I learnt from Piyadasa and Sulaiman Esa.

I am not sure if I am conscious of it all the time -- but I have come to see that, in Malaysia, you need to use the fierce approach Piyadasa used, because that’s how things get done.

I really miss him, now. I would have liked to have him around for another 15 to 20 years. When I went to visit him at the Shah Alam hospital, he hugged me, instead of me hugging him. He said: “Kaulah satu-satunya murid aku.” That really touched me.



Pakhruddin Sulaiman
Art collector, essayist, lawyer

In an interview, art historian T K Sabapathy commented that Piyadasa worked in spurts, in a way that did not allow his paintings to be commodities. What effect did this have on collectors who were trying to buy his works?

Collectors love their artists to produce consistently -- a solo every two years or so, or even once every five years, like in Latiff Mohidin’s case -- because they like following the artistic development of the artists they are collecting.

The thing with Piyadasa is that most of his works were ephemeral and not meant to last. For example, the coffin work in response to 1969 (“Two Views of May 1969”, acrylic on plywood and mirror) went missing from the original exhibition “The New Scene” (1969), held at the Dewan Bahasa dan Pustaka. It had to be reconstructed for his solo retrospective at the National Art Gallery (April 5th to August 9th, 2001), and for “Redza Piyadasa: Works Past and Present” (Valentine Willie Fine Art; October 29th to November 15th, 2003).

The coffin work looks dated to us now -- but, at that time, to produce a work that was not meant to last was something new for the Malaysian art world.

Not many people bought his work, until after the 2001 retrospective. He did not manage to build a strong following for his work among most other collectors, due to his work pattern -- and the nature of his work. Whereas his peers collect five figure sums per artwork, Piyadasa was still struggling at RM50,000 at the time of his retrospective. He once mentioned to me that I was one of the extremely few individuals who bought his works.

Piyadasa told me that a few collectors (such as Dr Krishna Gopal Rampal) were trying to start a fortnightly group on arts writing, to build more and improve on existing Malaysian visual arts criticism. Collectors seem to have enjoyed a close relationship with Piyadasa. Can you describe this relationship? How did Piyadasa build this relationship with his collectors?

Well, I was not part of that fortnightly group. But he had dangled the idea to me; he had a very active mind, and was always jumping from one idea to another. He took an interest in art collecting, here. At the time of his passing, he was also working on a book on Malaysian collectors and the seminal works in their collections. He had asked me to assist him on it.

Piyadasa also wanted to develop a secondary art market in Malaysia. But I told him: “Your idea is far ahead of our time.” For that to happen, we need the infrastructure: proper documentation and better arts writing. Part of the reason for the success of artists such as Syed Ahmad Jamal and Jailani Abu Hassan is due to the good doceumentation and writing on their artworks. Unfortunately, successive generations of artists have not had this.

Due to these limits, most of Piya’s ideas have, unfortunately, remained at a conceptual stage.

How do you read the general reaction to Piyadasa’s passing?

The response of political leaders and the Malaysian public, in general, has been disappointing.

Piya was the nearest we had to a public intellectual, if I may say so. Yet the Berita Harian only had one mention; the Utusan Melayu had two articles: an obituary to and a column about Piya -- written by just one writer, Azman Ismail. The Sunday Star had a wonderful tribute by Eddin Khoo, but the other main English-language daily, the New Straits Times, had nothing much.


There were hardly any political leaders who attended Piyadasa’s funeral. That’s why, Azman wrote in his May 24th column (entitled “Di Antara Redza Piyadasa dan Octavio Paz”) about how, during the funeral of Nobel prize winner Octavio Paz, the Mexican president was in attendance, and the whole country was in mourning.

I mean, we’re talking about a poor country here, you know. I think, in the pursuit of financial riches, we’ve become so culturally poor, as a nation.

I hope they don’t add to the insult by giving Piyadasa a posthumous award, like a datuk-ship. More so, considering that Piya’s stamp series featured a portrait of 1983 national laureate Usman Awang (“Tribute to Usman Awang 2”, acrylic on canvas; 1980). That work was Piya’s tribute to the close relationship he had forge with the country’s literary artists -- and to Usman, whom he felt should have been honoured with a title very early on.

~


Datin Marion D’Cruz
Dancer, choreographer, founding member of arts collective Five Arts Centre

How did Piyadasa influence the Malaysian performing arts?

I can’t comment much on Piyadasa’s earlier influence, as I only met Krishen and Piay in 1974 and 1975 -- which was after their 1970 response to the riots of 1969. I only heard about what had happened from them, later on.

Piya was in that first group that formed Five Arts Centre. At that time, he was involved in the discussions that we had about theatre, and in making sets for productions. So, in terms of FAC, his contribution was in the early years, where the collective didn’t seek to focus on only one areas of the arts, and aimed to develop a Malaysian identity in the arts, in general.

I think very few artists of any kind combined theory and practice, and I think Piya and Krishen were examples of these few. I mean, if you look through Piya’s works -- such as his reaction to the 1969 riots -- you can see that very clearly.

Piya left FAC, not because of any fights or any disagreements, but because he felt that FAC was becoming more focused on theatre. He still kept in touch with us, and dropped by, now and again, to see us. He also did sit in some plays -- but I am not sure of which ones.

After Krishen’s passing, it was Piya who was the one who said it, in the papers, that Krishen ought to be given a posthumous award. I am not sure whether it was because of this remark -- but, afterwards, Krishen was indeed bestowed a posthumous datuk-ship.

~~~

Arts writer Veronica Shunmugam is now Editor of Kakiseni.

 

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Piyadasa was my student at the Specialist Teachers Training Institute in Cheras, in 1962, along with Chew Teng Beng and Ahmad Haji Hashim. He was among the limited few subsequently sent to the United Kingdom (Hornsy College of Art, London, 1963-1967) for training. I also wrote in support of him to be accepted in to the East-West Centre in Hawaii, to do his MA; he came to be very well-regarded by his professor there.

 

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I remember that he had a lot of strong views, and would get into trouble with other artists. But, you know, he felt that artists should not only

 

posted by FxTech | Smot | Mobile Phone, Tue 23.02.201015:37:08 PM
I think my relationship with Piya was always a love and hate relationship. Once, he ridiculed me and told me to leave his class. He used to tear up my work and step on my work and call me all sorts of names!

 

posted by Nova, Tue 23.02.201013:57:26 PM
We hope to replicate the spirit of that tribute here, online. What follows are brief stories and statements about the visual artist, lecturer and critic, from four people -- including Marion -- who knew him. This article isn’t meant to end with just these four, however. Piyadasa was an Influence on Malaysian arts practice; we respectfully welcome artists, students, and acquaintances to -- in the comments section below -- debate Piyadasa’s critical oeuvre, consider his work as an artist, and share stories of their own.

 

posted by perera, Sun 28.12.200809:01:07 AM
Did redza get his Datoship he was always talking about or did'nt they give it to him. Please let me know.

 

posted by Pursuing the art impulse, always, Mon 10.11.200822:13:21 PM
I have just learned about the passing of Redza Piyadasa. A thought crossed my mind this morning: "I wonder how Redza is doing?" The last time I had contact with him was in 1981 when I wrote him a letter telling him that my best friend and art colleague had committed suicide. Redza was a graduate student when I was a beginning sculpture major at the University of Hawaii. We used to argue all the time about art. I loved it, and I more than held me own with him. Conceptual Art was at its height and there were many "modern" artists who passionately felt that Conceptual Art was just a lot of hot air and bad technique.

The art scene in Hawaii was vibrant in those days. Pre-Wall Street, pre-AIDS -- lots of passion in art, love, and life. So much more idealism, much less materialism. The 70s in Hawaii were wonderful times.

Prithwish Neogy, a Bengali Indian, was the Asian Art professor who was like our guru. Sadly, he has also passed.

Before Redza left Honolulu to return to Penang, he gave me a red resin torso of a nude and a small bronze Buddha. I still have them.

I am happy to know that he carved a place for him in Malaysian art history.

He was a good friend and a big influence on how I think today.

Rest in Peace, Redza...

Best regards,

Malcolm Wong
Tokyo, Japan

 

posted by Pursuing the art impulse, always, Mon 10.11.200822:12:59 PM
I have just learned about the passing of Redza Piyadasa. A thought crossed my mind this morning: "I wonder how Redza is doing?" The last time I had contact with him was in 1981 when I wrote him a letter telling him that my best friend and art colleague had committed suicide. Redza was a graduate student when I was a beginning sculpture major at the University of Hawaii. We used to argue all the time about art. I loved it, and I more than held me own with him. Conceptual Art was at its height and there were many "modern" artists who passionately felt that Conceptual Art was just a lot of hot air and bad technique.

The art scene in Hawaii was vibrant in those days. Pre-Wall Street, pre-AIDS -- lots of passion in art, love, and life. So much more idealism, much less materialism. The 70s in Hawaii were wonderful times.

Prithwish Neogy, a Bengali Indian, was the Asian Art professor who was like our guru. Sadly, he has also passed.

Before Redza left Honolulu to return to Penang, he gave me a red resin torso of a nude and a small bronze Buddha. I still have them.

I am happy to know that he carved a place for him in Malaysian art history.

He was a good friend and a big influence on how I think today.

Rest in Peace, Redza...

Best regards,

Malcolm Wong
Tokyo, Japan

 

posted by Piyadasa's biggest FEAR!!!, Thu 03.07.200819:36:58 PM
Thanks for all the comments. I'm sure he's happy reading those comments in heaven(if there's internet connection there). He was a tough man to live with, easy with others but not to his daughter. You may know him as the artist but i know him as the psycho dad. He's the craziest and fiercest dad ever. Somehow i'm happy he's gone but without him shouting and telling me what to do is so hard to cope with. He was a very passionate man, not only to his work but also to the people around him.

I'm so going to beat his ass in all his achievements.

God bless his very crazy soul.

Zaileen.

 

posted by Antares, Sat 16.06.2007
I was touched by all the insightful comments on Piya (especially Kathy Rowland's). Made me cherish all the more the few close encounters I've had with Piya over the decades. A very complex man, Piya was, but he was indeed a robust and articulate soul whose impact on Malaysian arts will continue to grow long after his passing.

 

posted by Kathy Rowland, Thu 07.06.2007
My introduction to SEA Art came in the shape of Reza Piyadasa. This meant that in addition to a formal narrative of Asian arts history, I also received highly opinionated, sometimes salacious, always entertaining accounts of local art personalities. They were of course just names to most of us – undergraduates, who for whatever reasons, had signed up for this elective class at University Malay. It was some years later that Piya’s lessons – both the formal and the informal – began to assert themselves. When I first met Datuk Syed Ahmad Jamal, I remembered Piya showing us a slide of his prize-winning work, the first by a Malaysian in an international art exhibition. Rummaging thru a box of documents about to be thrown out, I found an exhibition catalogue for a Yong Mun Seng show, yellowed with age. It was saved from the rubbish heap thanks to Piya. Watching a lone artists applying runny paint on a plastic canvas, stage right, during the staging of an Indonesian play, I thought, ‘what a wanky, superfluous addition to a great stage performance’. Then I realized the man was the great Ismail Zain. Maybe it was wanky, but it was Ismail-Zain-wanky, and I, arts whore that I am, gave his performance more consideration. Over the years, my interaction with Piya– at art exhibitions, seminars on culture, language, art, at a bar after Krishen’s funeral, in his home researching for my MA - continued. Most times I remained the student. Sometimes I became the punching bag, standing in place for hapless my generation, Australia (during my stint with the AHCKL), my fellow art administrators, for kakiseni. But we also had real conversations. If you could talk him down, Piya would switch from monologue to real dialogue, sharing with generosity, and yes, a touch of showmanship, his wealth of knowledge on the latest theories, politics, human nature, art, life. And he had balls. We delighted in hearing him rant about certain art institutions, or personalities, because it absolved us of the responsibility of speaking out ourselves. There were as many hits as misses in his attacks, and he was not above making self-serving comments about the works of others. But even as we rolled our eyes, or looked slightly aghast at his pronouncements, we knew that we were often too cowardly to challenge the weaknesses in the arts scene. And we were grateful that his voice saved us from the complicity of silence. The loss of Piyadasa is great. He was an artist, critic, art historian, curator, teacher, and provocateur. In some of these fields, he excelled, in others, his stake was more tenuous, more controversial. In almost all of them, and he broke new ground. It seems that ‘ground-breaking’ is much trotted out in recent times. Accusations of over use are easy. But maybe over use is understandable, as we continue to bid farewell to so many of our pioneering artists. Perhaps hyperbole is required under present circumstances, as the passing of Malaysia’s great creative personalities continue unmarked, unregistered, unacknowledged by a nation that sees little value in the arts. To register, to mark, to acknowldege : the passing of a man of arts, Redza Piyadasa.

 

posted by i-lann, Thu 07.06.2007
It is very rare for me to keep my own work. I've got one though thats very important to me, a painting from 1997. Its called 'The Dick and the Debutante That Disagree'. I keep it cause its full of our conversation and it reminds me. Thanks Piya.

 

posted by Emelia Ong, Wed 06.06.2007
When I visited Mr. Piya at the hospital a few weeks before his passing, he asked me “did you regret taking the course with me?” He was referring to the visual arts course I had taken under his supervision at Universiti Malaya. I smiled and said no.
Within a few weeks of his joining the Cultural Centre at UM, the university offered courses in Southeast Asian art history, art critical writing and modern Southeast Asian art. Until then, these courses were unheard of in local private universities or colleges.
As a teacher, Mr. Piya proved to be one of the most honest and interesting personalities I have ever met. He was excited when he talked about art and he could not keep it to himself. I was surprised by his openness about his work, his personal life and his friends.
He once said, “I wrote a lot of stuff when I was younger that angered many people, I was young and inexperienced.” He may have been older when I met him, but he was still as idealistic as ever. He was frustrated with the lack of awareness within local artistic communities of our own artistic heritage. He was constantly driving home the point that artistic creation itself was never enough. Art criticism and art writing must follow in order to make sense of what we create. He loathed those who trivialize art or adopt a laisser-faire attitude towards explicating works of art. He was opinionated, forceful and determined to make us see that, ah yes, we can make a difference in the Malaysian artscene.
He wanted us to leave the baggage that comes with Western education and examine art honestly through Southeast Asian lenses. Mr. Piya openly admitted to us “I realized only later that when I returned to Malaysia (after graduating from London), that I was also producing works that was Constructivist in nature.” Having realized this, he had forced himself to re-think his approach towards art making and strove for a more meaningful perspective that was less western-centered.
During the course of my study with him I began to realize that perhaps Mr. Piya’s “undiplomatic” ways of expressing his views were really the result of his uphill battle against apathy within the artistic community about our own cultural and artistic traditions. It was necessary, he felt to wake people up, to redefine what art meant to us and to stop accepting the status-quo. At the end of the day he made all of us (his students) realize that it is our privilege to make art understandable to those around us. And it was his privilege to enable us to do so.
Mr. Piya, the best way for me to remember you would simply be to continue writing about art and to make others see how art can affect positive change in our lives. Thank you, Mr. Piya.

 

posted by Shazlin Jalil, Mon 04.06.2007
When I first heard of Piyadasa's passing I couldn't believe it. It seems just like yesterday when I first met the man. I was doing my practical training with an art gallery and one day the gallery owner came to me and says how would you like to meet Redza Piyadasa? I'm excited but at the same time a feeling of despair crept into my heart. Back then I've often heard the famous stories of his extremely sharp comments and of how he will criticize your artwork to bits. But when I finally met the man, I was impressed with his immense knowledge in art and the comments even though it stings but it also inspires you to be better. I'm deeply grateful for his patience and the knowledge he had given me. I used to be afraid to be different in my art and now I truly understand, in art it's alright to be different because by being different you becomes special. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your faith in me.

 

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