the new renaissance

Amidst the breaking tide of new claims of marginalized birthrights, more candlelight vigils, even more demands for higher wages, national anthem salutations and all the frilly juicy drama fee-weets-pweet that has crowned 50 years of nationhood, I am reminded of a burgeoning arts scene in Malaysia that was spurred by an intrinsic search for self. Identity took form in concrete roofing, indigenous house parlante, situationist landscape paintings and a glamorized music scene which we trolleyed with pride and purpose. The question they posed was “Do you love me?”
Somewhere in-between we now find ourselves as geese from swans. The coy of the bird’s nest rustles with invidious beaks whilst an exodus across the divide to find ‘the new land of the rising sun’ increases. A new RENAISSANCE is needed over the cries for national reformation.

I like to believe we all still do…