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Singapore Arts Festival: The end of the world in Lion City

By Igan D’Bayan | July 2, 2012 - 12:00am

I am in Singapore and it’s right about the end of the world.

Arts and Culture

'I've painted myself white & I am Death' and other lines from the 2011 Singapore Arts Festival

By Igan D’Bayan | June 13, 2011 - 12:00am

He just stands there, minutes trawling by. A white unmoving thing, er, figure as Bach’s Toccata & Fugue ruptures...

Arts and Culture

A season of a thousand faces in the global city for the arts

By Igan D’Bayan | July 3, 2006 - 12:00am

I saw this quote by artist Hartwig Ebersbach at the Singapore National Museum: "There is no future without memory, maybe no fire either." No future also without creativity. Maybe there would still be, although...

Arts and Culture

A season of musts in ‘Renaissance City’

By Igan D’Bayan | June 20, 2005 - 12:00am

Imagine going to the Lion City and then meeting buskers, voodoo witches, post-apocalypse ballerinas, ancient acrobats, odd goddesses, giant puppets (who look like William S. Burroughs, "the hit-man for the apocalypse,"...

Arts and Culture