Artful Matters

Spent the afternoon with Noi, Fifi and Fafa at Art Fair Singapore, at the invitation of sister-in-law and talented art-person Rozana. Her main item, a sort of real but fake old-fashioned provision shop which was actually selling all sorts of real bits and pieces, cheerfully bemused the various art-goers we saw gathered around it, and was utterly charming. Is it art or is it a shop? I asked loudly. Both, said Noi, knowingly.

In fact the whole fair had a great atmosphere, or so it seemed to me. People were snapping away with their cameras and phones despite photography being described as not allowed on the back of the ticket for entry, which was a wholly good thing. They were obviously enjoying themselves none too self-consciously. This was funky art as fun. Lots of over bright, exuberant works on show, many of which were unironically wearing their hearts on their colourful sleeves.

Loved it, loved it, loved it.