Visiting Little India: A Native Foreigner...

A sketch done previously in 2012. Read about it here.

On 8 March, the Urban Sketchers Singapore, in conjunction with Epigram Books, organised a sketchwalk to Little India. This is part of the on going “We ♥ Our Neighbourhood” project. Already familiar with the drift of sketching, most of us went off on our own searching for the landmarks and places we wanted to include in our sketches.

Despite residing near the area, I am not familiar with the little historical town. So, to me, it was as much an expedition as it was a sketchwalk for me. With my rucksack of sketching tools and materials, I felt like a tourist: the sights, the sounds and the smells, especially the smells, were all at once strange yet vaguely familiar: like stepping into a land in a fairy book that you’ve only ever read about but never been… every bit a traveller in a strange place.

After negotiating the winding alleys and perpetually busy streets with vehicles plying them, I found myself in the courtyard of a gaudy restored building – the villa of Tan Teng Niah, a confectionary merchant who once lived here. The phantasmagorically coloured building was once the 8-room villa of the merchant. Named after his wife 秀松 and possibly dedicated to her as well, I believe the villa once sported a colour scheme more befitting of it namesake: elegant pine – graceful and enduring.

 

House of Tan Teng Niah, 37 Kerbau Road, Singapore 219168. This house is one of the last surviving Chinese Villas in Little India. The villa has many interesting features such as a courtyard, gilded name plate, richly carved pintu pagar (decorative swinging doors), bamboo tiled roof and calligraphic scrolls hanging from the living room. The villa has been restored and has been leased for commercial use. - Holbein Artist Colour on Stillman and Birn Delta

Capturing the cacophonous parade of bizarre colours and trapped in the drought heat took its toll on me: I could only complete one sketch that day. The rest of the outing, before the final show-and-tell was engaged in some personal expedition of the little heritage town, once the enclave of migrant workers from South India. 

My guess is, looking at the people and places here, little much has changed since then.

Green grocers along Buffalo Road. Sheer varieties of vegetables and number of shops along this stretch is astounding! - Holbein Artist Colour on Stillman and Birn Delta

One of my favourite Indian food is the curry: beef and mutton! Yums! You can imagine my surprise when I learnt that the Indian community is one of the largest in terms of the number of vegetarians.. I do enjoy their variety of dhals and masalas. Basically, anything spicy just thrills me and my taste buds... - Holbein Artist Colour on Stillman and Birn Delta

Perhaps its my upbringing, or what my learning has imbued, as I ventured the narrow, the winding, the streets and the alleys, I realised that one of the main reason why this heritage site has gone beyond mere survival but actually THRIVE, is not the beautifully restored buildings nor is it the rich historical context in which it is set. If those were the reasons Tanjong Pagar and other heritage sites would be rolling in the dole by the mere mention of their street names.

Onions! A curry staple! This spicy root is ubiquitous: found in almost EVERY Indian food. The proprietor offered me a bag of the spicy root and stuffed it into my bag as I packed to leave... - Holbein Artist Colour on Stillman and Birn Delta

For Little India, it really is the activity and the community it involves that creates the spirit of the place, what has been around since the very beginning: the traditional commerce, the people who speak the native tongues and work the trades, the food, the culture, the customs: they have always been here. There is no hothousing, no artificially inseminated life; day, night or otherwise. This little town named after the subcontinent had always been, it had never stopped being… itself.

I was fascinated by the deft hands of these garland makers: they were likewise fascinated by my sitting under the hot sun drawing what is to them an every affair. Before I left that day, they offered me a small garland of jasmine. I took it as a sign of their respect and appreciation for what I did, but it should really be the other way around: have you ever seen a garland being made by hand? - Holbein Artist Colour on Stillman and Birn Delta

 Making an Indian flower garland.

As I left that place that day, I made a mental note to myself: when I come back to capture the place on my sketchbook, it’s not going to be buildings and signboards and/or other inanimate, structural entities that I am going to capture. Instead, it’s going to be human activities, traditional trades and other scenes that are native to the place that I am going to journal, pictorially.

I hope the scenes in this collection does justice to place and leave you with a glimpse of what this little town is really about…

Pink Dot 2014: Celebrating the Freedom to Love on 28 June...

I absolutely love art as a child. Both my mothers (maternal and grand) had difficulty maintaining a supply of paper at home: EVERY single piece of available parchment at home was left with my indelible graphic signature. My mother had to send me to an art class for children at the local residents’ centre just to satisfy my insatiable appetite. However, a couple of years later, I was told by my schoolteacher then, that my art was “not good enough” to pursue an education in the Art Elective Programme (AEP) in Secondary school. I remember being devastated when I was told that. She had basically told me, in not so many words, that I should not pursue what I love, what my heart desires.

Fast forward to the present: I have had my works published, I have completed commissioned works and I have even taught art to learners, both children and adults. So guess who’s got a tight slap on BOTH cheeks now?

Sweet revenge served on a cold artists’ palate aside, what this life lesson taught me, is that no child, in fact, no one, should be told what they can or cannot love, pursue or believe in. In fact, the entity should also include ‘who’. By that same measure, no one should be given the authority to permit or worse, deny anyone of their passions.

It is with this belief and this legacy that I want to leave our present and future generations that I support every single individual’s right to love. It is also with this belief that I support and have participated in every year’s Pink Dot Event since its inauguration in 2009.

This year, I am posting the event and my participation on my blog as an open invitation. Join me on a sketch-picnic on the evening of 28 June, 2014 (time to be confirmed) to celebrate and pursue an open, kinder and understanding Singapore, where every individual’s right to pursue their own goals and love in life is never denied.

Post by Pink Dot SG.