how we always manage to pick out the obvious and leave out the details...
charcoal
fueling the destruction. yet we cant do without.
i'm not expensive
a response to the call of human existence. change and displacement.
reality stops when we do. and they either follow or move away as we move.
we never know.
maggots
entrapment. intrigue.
in a site of both gross fascination and unyielding discomfort
beauty and the beast
wad a morbid fascination with chewed gum. yucks.
blackfield
changes in perspectives. the two sides to every issue.
this is nothing really. i just found it too adorable. perhaps it looked too familiar.
the dancer
the loss of freedom. from an art that's supposed to only come from a unbounded will.
physical destruction and deterioration of the human psyche.
swing
i din see the initial need to have to explain the reason why this is one of my favourites.
it's my love.
evoking an uncanny feeling in the space with the fragile neon tubes and rhythmic movements.
reflection or imagination?
the subtle deteriorating sense of smell and taste.
solitude traps. binds. encloses.
the singapore map. i located NTU!
it really really looked like an island.
existence.
what is it determined by? who determines it? how we know if it's true?
the experience was immensely enjoyable. =)
i'd just wish for singapore to have a larger arts scene.
and more people to be genuinely interested.