Monday, September 29, 2014

Monoprint workshops with David Chamberlain--1997-c.1999


here I am in David Chamberlain's hall of fame as one of Duett Partners in making monoprints at Conference on World Affairs in Boulder, CO, bet. 1997-about 1999.

I am going to make this a FB "life event" as after those 4, 4 hour workshops, over 4 or 5 years, I started to paint professionally and obsessively,

so thank you David.

My dentist on the other hand, went to the wrong instructor.  I mean painting instructor, of course not a dentistry instructor.


basic monoprint--how to--video

basic monoprint

she used method of placing paper or fabric on the plate.
In workshop I attended artist David Chamberlain had us work in pairs on big plates about 18 x 24 " and had the master print maker place the plate on the paper, with a press.

We could also check the mirror image in a mirror above us.

In any case, SPEED is essential.

D.C. had us clean the plates with thinner between printings and approached it in more of a fine art than a crafts way--

but you can print however you wish.

You can even print your foot print or with a found object, even with a car tire or pieces cut from your flip flops (hnyut hpanatt)--I have done that too--also bottle caps, combs, whatever.

Sometimes I paint directly with the rollers on paper or canvas, and also I like to buy card-sized paper so as not to waste paint.

I use these for thank you notes to close colleagues or acquaintances who have gone the extra mile for me.

Try it.

You will forget all your worries, and you will "make your mark" on something beautiful that will last.


Sunday, September 28, 2014

Important life Decisions -- by KMKaung--from my FB page

And to think, Ne Win's govt in 1980s, due to his daughter failing her entrance exams in UK (medical)--opened the door a crack for 6

SIX! in a country of 50 m to come to the USA.

I was supposed to study transport ecos.

but I figured the answer did not lie in good roads.

As I told Sean Turnell recently, even then, Fort Brag in South, military base, had closeup photos of the surface of the air strip in Myitkyina.

So I segued into the study of political eco systems (in secret) with the consent of my academic supervisors at Penn.

It's the system the system the system--

sorry kzo, it is NOT location location location for B.

You will see come 2015 and the boom will bust when investors etc realize that the system will not change after the so-called election.

--I hate to be a Cassandra and throw a wet blanket over everyone--but I am often right.

I come to USA to study transportation, and US transport, even in 80s, already broken and outdated (compared say to Japan)

and besides, as I just said, transport is not the answer, SYSTEM is.  As in Politico-Eco System.

The day I picked up Charles Lindblom's book Politics and Markets in van Pelt Library was the best in my life.

That is why I am drawn to the thoughts of David Simon (The Wire), Robert Reich and Joseph Stiglitz.

And I don't really think area studies has the answer, not for Burma, at least.

And at Penns van Pelt Library, I went into the aisle with shelves that slid on both sides on tracks on the floor, to look at the Burma books --that no one read.

Some of the pages were brittle and broke as I tried to fold down a small triangle to mark pages I wished to xerox.

It was a James Bond moment--what if the shelves slid back and crushed me?

But they did not.

In there, I even found an old photo, in the Pyidawtha Plan, of all places, of my husband (later estranged) and my ex sis in law at Mingaladone Airport abt to board a flight to Moulmein.

I wish I had xeroxed that page.

We all know the Pyidawtha Plan of 1950s of U Nu flopped because rice market fell due to end of Korean War.

Charles Lindblom, Samuel P. Huntingdon, Hanna Arendt, are impt intellectual influences in my life.

I don't think you can handle things with just economics

and I think the demarcation of the disciplines is very dangerous.

When I said "disciplines" in Burma at much vaunted Inst of Ecos, pretty face wife of nemesis did not even know I was referring to subject areas. 

And in 2008-09, when I helped write or compiled The Plan for Democracy and Development for the Burmese Exile Govt., the PR man changed "systemic" to "systematic"-- which is not the same thing at all.

But come 2015, the market in Burma will surely crash when the govt reasserts control--

therefore all I have to do is sit back, relax and enjoy the trip.

It will crash, just you wait and see.

I only hope a lot of innocent householders are not left holding a lot of kyats.

Caught up in the fever, many people say they don't see prices slowing down--but think about it, no boom can last forever.

Every boom busts at some point, esp. if it is Dutch tulip fever.

Think of China--how could it keep growing at 10% every year.

When I said this also, some fool did not understand growth rates.

The larger something is, the slower will be it's rate of growth.

That is physics and nature.

I'm tired of explaining.

Go move to Burma and China, pull your kids out of college and take them too.

Just when cronies are trying to leave.

Go figure.

Kyi May Kaung (Ph.D.)


Photo--Asian Correspondent--one of publications wh is non mainstream.

My novella The Lovers--about a dancer from Chile--in China (on Amazon)

Some of my collages--

Where to buy my novella The Rider of Crocodiles and others in Germany

Torena torena lantana lantana--by Kyi May Kaung

Torena torena
lantana lantana
flowers of my childhood
white roses
red peonies
pyo ni or red virgins

speckled cannas to cut up and play at making scrambled eggs
orange trumpet vine

the fig tree with a platform Uncle built on it, from which
hidden behind leaves
we watched
Actress Mary Myint's funeral
her remains in a glass coffin

but only Mongoose said he saw it well.

Some pink flowered shrub we called shrimp plant, or I called shrimp plant

and later a heliconia I called kyet chay tauk or chicken legs.

Up in the fig tree wondering aloud with Mongoose my primary science consultant

how these wasps could have gotten inside the wild figs, when we could never find any holes--

neither of us realizing

they were born inside the fig.

Trying or pretending to make a wild fig jam

katutt yo.

Copyright Kyi May Kaung9-28-2014

Saturday, September 27, 2014

A Memory of Blue Bells--Copyright Kyi May Kaung

A Memory of Bluebells--

I was maybe 5 or 6.

Mummy said, "We're going to visit your Daddy's yee sar" (girl friend).
She had a put upon expression on her face.  From that early age I knew that if it was something she did not like, it was "Your Daddy," or worse, "You, your father's daughter should--"

I don't know if I understood at that age what girl friend meant, but Mummy explained anyway.

She shrugged and said, "It's OK.  She married someone else, named McClintock (name changed) and he died in the war."

That was World War II.

The year was 1947 or 1948, more likely 1948 and we were living in a suburb of London called Eltham.  Previously we lived in Richmond where Mummy gave me permission to go pick the red peony "pyo ni" in the back garden, and I excitedly grabbed the pair of pointed scissors, the only one we had, and rushed off.

But I fell down on the steps and poked myself in the chest with the scissors.

We got in the car, a Morris? and Daddy drove us there.

On the way, we got to one of those picturesque English countryside level- crossings.  The gate was white or of wood painted white, (the style now called "distressed" or shabby chic and so fashionable these days) and over the waist high grey stone walls were spilling tumbling masses of white rambling roses.

The train had already gone past, but the gate was still closed.

No attendant was in sight.

Daddy was about a little over 40 at that time and he jumped out of the car and opened the gate, then jumped into the car again and drove through.


Aunty Fiona (first name changed too) was a very sad-looking, dumpy woman, who looked very unhappy.  Today I'd say she was about 5' 6" and about 150 lbs, with unremarkable hair, a dark color.

She was dressed in a black dress, about mid-calf length, and really looked dowdy to my judgemental little eyes.

[They might once have been passionately in love, and decades later I was to find a bundle of my father's love letters to her in my mother's steel trunk, but I did not read them, after I opened the first letter and read the first few words, and recognized what it was.]

During that short 1948 visit, the rest of us just stood around, and Daddy and Aunty Fiona went and leaned against one of those stone walls, and talked in very quiet tones.

We waited out of ear shot.

I don't think we were offered anything to eat or drink, a great house rule with Mummy and Nanny Ma Tin (name changed too).

We just came back home.

But on the way, maybe we came back a different way, maybe we came through Kent, we came to a small wood and the ground was covered with blue bells in bloom.

Daddy parked the car.

My mother and Ma Tin got down and picked armfuls of blue bells.

My brother Zor (name changed) poked his thin legs out of the car, and took pictures with his box camera. 

We brought the flowers home.
They filled every vase we had, but they all wilted the next day.

I do remember seeing faded black and white photos of that time in my mother's England photo album.

But I don't know where it is now.


Friday, September 26, 2014



great grandson of a Cossak named Chaikov--such a struggle to fuse E and W and the difft facets of his own personality.

I did not realize this before, because only knew the ballet music.
This is "only a wikipedia article" but it is a good start.


Stradivarius "Rode" 1722--in concert--

Erzhan Kalibeav playing Tchaikovsky Op. 35 on Stradivarius "Rode" 1722 (a famous violin almost 300 years old) in Poland.
I have a famous recording of Jascha Heifetz playing this, but Heifetz was somewhat like the Nabokov of violins, unmatchable technical virtuosity and brilliance, but not much heart.
This is a much softer and even more tender rendering--enjoy.


Thursday, September 25, 2014

Rules of Citation--from MLA

Rules of Citation from Modern Language Association--pl don't go pissing all over the place without saying who said what where.

Burma Q and A from VOA 2013

Special post--economics--Burma--I cld only listen to first half--and leave it to the rest of you to make up your own mind--feel free to write comments.

I find it interesting that the pronoun "we" is used throughout, also it's from 2013, but I only saw it now.

Anything posted here does not mean I endorse everything said/written and I may not even like some items--they may just be there FYI and for debate purposes.

You can try contacting VOA and the interviewee--with dissenting opinions.


My novella FGM in Canadian $

Glass artist Dale Chihuly

Dale Chihuly  I have seen some of his installations at a hotel in Singapore where I was for a family dinner in 2006.
I kept pointing at the ceiling and saying, "Chihuly, Dale Chihuly,"

but everyone was focused on the food and each other, and did not notice what I was pointing at.

Good art can just pass some people by like trash by the wayside.

But if I told them they are worth millions of $$$

maybe their eyes would light up.


Wednesday, September 24, 2014

How van Gogh became so famous--

Jo van Gogh-Bonger

The one woman promoter and popularizer of her brother in law Vincent van Gogh.

The complete correspondence of Vincent van Gogh

van Gogh's letters--a very valuable site--print edition is 7 volumes

I have one small paperback edited by Mark Roskill--anyway, it is enough for me to "catch" van Gogh's writing style and thoughts,

and I can always check here.