Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Hamamako Scream



Since that fortunate day, she had never stopped crying, she did not have school and suffered the indignation of her teachers, but she suffered more than she bargained for, 70 years of inescapable discrimination. She cried and screamed, but everyone was doing the same.
She got infected by the black thing. No medicine can kill the black thing. No one can shake it off. One by one, they watched the black thing ate into them. Others who were lucky and was not within the range of the black thing despised them, ostracised them, like leprosy, they were thought to be contagious. The black thing created an imaginary boundary between those infected and those uninfected. 
She was sickened with this situation. Her scream had become muted. She still had nightmares. She saw people flaking off, jumped into the water, bled from their skin, coughed and vomited. One by one they went through hell to heaven. The pain on them was call burn. It burned for weeks. Hurt for a long long time. One by one people around her died, unnaturally. Her suspicion was confirmed; they found the black thing in her organ. She started to count her days. She was grateful each day when she could take a breath when she woke up in a new day. 
One day she decided to talk about the black disease and become a nuisance, but she felt the need to communicate her torment so that other people can stop creating this black thing. The prevention of the black thing is in the conscience of the decision makers, the movers, and shakers of today’s powerful nations.

Friday, September 9, 2016

One Bodhi Tree


Documenting with Photography, writing, history and human spirit. Some want to conserve the graveyard, others wants to conserve their ancestors’ history, but here they want to conserve the Bodhi Tree, perhaps for the Genius Loci, or perhaps Lord Krishna and its humble temple anchored the fond memories of the boys who grew up in this village. For sometimes it is beyond reason that some things are done in this way. For me, I paint the moment for eternity. For the last milliseconds were gone when they passed us. Only the photographs can recall the stories again and again vividly. 

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Modern Chinese Calligraphy

This is a journey of understanding Chinese culture and philosophy through Dao De Jing. The most sacred ancient text written in the 500 BC whose author the scholars has not been accurately identified. This text, though written more than 2500 years ago. Is still studied, translated, and interpreted by many who have a keen interest in Chinese philosophy. 




A modern interpretation of Chinese Calligraphy waiting to be explored by the reader of the most secret text of ancient Chinese civilization, the Dao De Jing. It is the most translated text, and it is still relevant till today. Printed on cream paper, consisting of eighty-one chapters, each written on a single sheet for easy coloring. 

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Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Colouring for Seniors - Little India

This is a series of fountain pen drawings on Little India, drawn after a careful study of the place over a few months. It was more than a year ago that I decided to teach my son how to draw with a pen, fountain pen to be precise. It was after his 'O Level' and he had a few months before the result is release. 
He loves to draw since young. He would draw all over the table and chairs, his table and chairs. We do not allow him to draw on the wall and other places. However, every now and then we still would catch him doing just that. Usually, we insisted that he cleaned them up. His cleaning was bad. We could still marks and residual ink or pencil lead on the wall. Our domestic help did a better job. 
He was never good at getting good marks for his studies. When he said he was going to score, it was always some marks around 65%. We were not particularly worried about his result that we would force him to study every minute. However, we would still have to figure a way to allow him to continue his education. We would like him to finish his university degree for sure. The Junior College way is quite unlikely for him. I had faith that he would do well in university, but he has to find a way to get be qualified for university first. It is important for us that he does it at the local university. We prefer it over going oversea for many reasons. One major reason is that our Singaporean culture is very different from that of America or Australia. 
All drawing and painting start with the line. I insist on the pen for a few reasons. Pen is unforgiving. Once you draw the wrong line, you cannot remove it without a trace. Yes, no eraser is to be used. You got the wrong line. You flow with it. There is no turning back or tear the paper up. One has to treasure the paper, every piece of paper has to yield to its usefulness. Conserve the paper. Treat it as a sacred being, perhaps, with a life to be fulfilled. Feel sorry if you did not do your best to fulfill its destiny, to be used up, not to be wasted. Every piece of paper cost money too. One can buy expensive paper, pen and ink, but not waste them away. Treat every pen, ink, paper and thought as carefully as possible.
The fountain pen is different from the felt tip pen. 

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Sunday, July 17, 2016

Today's Youtube adventure

Inspired totally with this finger wondering,

Interesting talk about rights to build and having the money to build,









Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Urban Yoga

This is one huge piece that can be printed to 5 meters length on Canvass. I have included a detail crop to see the sharpness of the photo and the expression of joy in the yoga instructor. 


The perspective brings the viewer into focus, the joy and happiness is that which we would not mind having. Others sought it with their entire life. Yet another, share their joy with others. And the guru among us encourage and guide us into achieving them. Through all these, perhaps one arrives after loosing all that one possessed. Perhaps the one that have nothing is the joyous and lightest of all.





This one has the Singapore city included in one wide scoop.




Tuesday, May 24, 2016

The Paradise

Paradise
Digital Art + Photography
Print on Canvass (Limited Edition, 1/5)
1000mm x 4000mm
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Paradise

I was inspired by the extraordinary scene I saw in JiuZhaiGou, China. The lakes, the sky and the trees are taken from a scene in my imagination, except they stood before me. I was awed. The serenity and peace I felt lingers on and on. I could only stand there watching, watching … I saw a Paradise in the making, of exotic birds, of colourful fishes and … water, nature and sky dissolved into each other … becoming a calming space where birds and fishes of different geographies, shapes, sizes, colours and habits converge, descending into this dark shade of Persian Blue.

The four metres length, forces the viewers to glide along, discovering the details, and unraveling the mysteries and secret that was embedded in it. At times one could vaguely see a dragon, the auspicious animal in the Chinese zodiac, dwelling beneath the water. In all one would always be energized after a hectic day my gazing into this Paradise, with perhaps a glass of red wine in hand and some soothing light music. As the creator, I too derive peace each time I look at them.

In all there are more than 40 birds used in this piece. Some are hidden and peering out from among the foliage, allowing the viewers to discover more of them as they would slowly glide their eyes along the landscape. The surreal landscape provided an opportunity to disrupt our senses, dissolving spatial limitation through reflections, distance, shapes and sizes, prying and dislodging the myriads impossibilities that could jolt our visual senses when we question the them. I would perceive Paradise is a place where the impossible becomes tangible and real.

It is selling on SaatchiArthttp://www.saatchiart.com/art/Photography-Paradise-Limited-Edition-2-of-5/328757/3008219/view 

Here are some of the details.









There are birds that need to be discovered and explored. Here is one Buffy Fish-owl peering from behind the trees, perhaps playing hide-and-seek with the audience. Owls are nocturnal animals, sighting them is very rare and considered auspicious. They are mystical and the saying "Wise as an Owl" is the reason they were included in this Paradise. In Greek mythology they are associated with the goddess of wisdom, Athene. 
More about the Owl, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buffy_fish_owl 

Their eyes are huge, beautiful and mesmerizing, staring at them would take away all the worries in the world and put one in a state of eternal bewilderment, in a stasis of silent wondering. They are one of the oldest animal, their fossils had been found to date back as far as 60 million years ago.
In Hindu believe, owl is identified with Wealth as Lakshmi travel on owl.


Here are some photos of the framed piece at the workshop.







It is selling on SaatchiArthttp://www.saatchiart.com/art/Photography-Paradise-Limited-Edition-2-of-5/328757/3008219/view