Bangkok, Krung Thep - Feast of Beauty, Palace of Dreams
Artwork and text by Maura Moynihan
“I dream of painting, then I paint my dream.”
Vincent Van Gogh
In Bangkok, it is impossible not to paint; every wat is a treasure, every soi a spectacle, every night a dream, every day a miracle.
The cosmological order of Thailand, the Kingdom of Siam, descends from ancient India, and throughout Thailand seeds of India are seen in language, astrology, ritual and art, fertilized in the rich soil of Thai magic and folklore, refined to perfection in the Ayutthayan Kingdom, 1351-1767. Bangkok has over 350 Buddhist temples, both Theravada and Mahayana. Every mall, bank, hotel and home have shrines to Phra Phrom, Lord Brahma, whose four heads offer specific blessings and are daily worshipped with flowers, incense, fruits and candle flames. The rites and symbols of Siamese kingship evolved from ancient India, Thai government buildings are adorned with red Garudas, the emblem of the Chakri Dynasty, an 800-year-old lineage established in the 12th century by the Kingdom of Sukhothai. Thailand’s King Bhumibol (1927-2016) born in Cambridge, US, when his father Prince Mahidol was the first Thai to earn a degree from Harvard Medical School, raised in Switzerland, where he studied science, law and Dixieland jazz, the late king brilliantly synthesized East and West, and 21st century Thailand is a melange of antiquity and modernity, fused by the delicate piquancy of Siamese culture.
I loved racing through the city in a Bangkok taxi, listening to Lanna and Isan pop songs gazing at flowers, wats, chedis, tuk tuks, canals, gardens. By day I painted in wats and gardens, by night I painted in sois, pubs and beer gardens, inhaling the magical scent of a Bangkok night, a beguiling weave of incense, jasmine, coconut oil. I often dined in Bangkok’s the outdoor restaurants, filled with steaming woks where rice and noodles were spiced and stirred with vegetables and spices and condiments never seen or found in another land. And of course, I loved the ubiquitous, fantastically healing Thai massage available 24/7.
Everywhere are the spirit houses, San Phra Pum - San means shrine and Phra Phum means Spirit. It is believed that the San Phra Pum weave an invisible net of protection throughout the land, people cherish them, and share their news with them, they tell when somebody died, a baby was born, and drop off gifts to keep the spirits content.
Bangkok has more than 400 wats. I would go hunting for new wats every weekend, driving through Bangkok for hours in tuk tuks or with my friend and motorbike taxi driver, Samlor. In Bangkok the gods and legends of the Buddhist and Hindu and Chinese pantheon melt into the Ramakien, which is woven into the Life of Lord Buddha, both avatars of Lord Vishnu. Bangkok has both Hinayana and Mahayana temples, and the deities and legends of the Buddhist pantheon all exist in Bangkok. My favorite temples for painting are Wat Sutath, Wat Saket, Wat Hua Lamphong, Wat Po, and Wat Mangkol Kamalawat, the Dragon Lotus Temple in Yaowarat.
In October 2017, I was honored to have an exhibition “King of Kings” at Cassia Gallery, in honor of His Majesty King Bhumibol Adulyadej. In the Year of Mourning, for King Rama 9th, portraits of His Majesty filled Bangkok’s streets and skyline, every wat, school, and mall had shrines and remembrance books for the King, everyone wore white and black, and everywhere the Jazz King’s melodies floated through the air. There was no world leader I admired more than King Rama 9th. a true Dhammaraja, a genius, statesman, artist, a great and good man who was, as the Tibetans say, “as rare as a star in daylight.”
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