Rambles

I write & shoot (photographs) occasionally

Month: July, 2016

8 months

It seems like a tall order to compress the enormity of the past 8 months into a single post, but I believe it’s possible. I’m certain that these past 8 months have contained some of the best moments of my life, even though my indecisive nature hinders me from directly pinpointing a frozen frame in time. There have been so many mixed emotions: the most apparent and long-lasting freedom- joyful freedom of doing whatever you want and being uninhibited, painful freedom of having nothing to do as the hours stretch ahead of you, the heavy feeling of impending adulthood and commitments intensifying, how fast we’re growing up. With every friend I meet we mention how old we feel now (in a relative sense), lay out our confusion and fear about the completely different life that lies ahead of us- it is terrifying for many to step into unknown territory. But under every layer of fear there is a small spark of excitement or longing for adventure; the idea of possibility is endless but something I don’t quite dare to entertain.

Travelling: I travelled widely enough to satiate a wandering heart/ mind, and I’m so thankful. Winter in Japan and Korea and seeing a short-lived 5 min snow for the first time in my life, parasailing and spending New Year’s Day in Langkawi, making it back to the hotel just before the clock struck twelve and clinking our bottles of apple cider together in a resounding “Happy New Year!”. An adventure in India, a place I never thought I’d go in my life, staying in the desert, stargazing, sunrise camel rides and vibrance epitomised in the Holi festival, colour on skin and cameras and dancing with strangers, shedding all self-consciousness in good fun and the sharing of culture. My first trip with friends to Hoi An, strange feelings of freedom in simple acts of walking in the streets, peaceful motorcycle rides through rural landscapes, boat rides on the water illuminated by floating lamps, taking in the charming old town in its night-time magic.

Superhero Me, Planet of Possibility: I discovered the joy of working with special needs children, or special kids as we like to call them. To set the context, Planet of Possibility is an experiential, interactive art show that makes a stand for inclusion in Singapore. This year, we reached out to over 60 children from 4 special education schools and worked with them to create their very own artworks- for children, by children. These children may be different from us but we believe that differences are good, differences are what make us diverse and create a stronger whole. I learnt the importance of patience, of trying, understood how much joy a smile, laugh or the completion of a simple task can bring. Pride stems from seeing that the children have given their best; contentment comes from engaging them rather than the huge successes we are so accustomed to in our material world. Thankful for the small moments I’ve derived joy from during the exhibition: of a genuinely interested adult, marvelling and in awe of what children’s minds and hands can create, being involved, wanting to know more during which I am just so happy to share. Seeing a familiar face of a child who has returned so often I’ve lost count but whose names I clearly remember- Matthew and Akash, when parents explain to their children about differences in such a kind light- that God made each of us differently but that doesn’t mean we are any less than another, when children themselves are interested and ask me more about the superpowers, when they remember what I’ve shared, when you feel like you’ve potentially made a small ripple of change in the lives and beliefs of these impressionable beings. Of speaking about what I’ve grown to believe in wholeheartedly, becoming the mouths of these children who may not be able to articulate themselves as eloquently as their art deserves to be expressed, speaking for Grace and her unbelievable patience which I am only more in awe of each time; it is like a spark of conviction that is renewed inside me each time the words bounce off my lips. Affirmations come more easily to me now, empathy and understanding.

Logue internship: Very much intermingled with Superhero Me but developed me more for the school and professional aspect, taught me to approach situations with heart. Had the privilege of meeting people so passionate about their art and their lives, people who compelled me to want to write about them and express their story with every ounce of sincerity I could muster. Successful people not tied down by pride, opening themselves up and sharing their stories which can touch many. Having to return to the same location 6 times to shoot and learning that you do get better with time and practice; become more sensitive and patient with photography. Whenever I was tired and disheartened I would meet a kind soul who shared their story with me and rejuvenate me, remind me why I’m doing what I’m doing. In everything you do fatigue is going to be definite at some point, but every now and then these little encounters/ reminders keep you going. In the end it was all worth it, and I’m proud.

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16 july- one day to closing

sitting in the turmoil of the cardboard playground alone and feeling strangely at peace. around me workers are drilling a deafening melody, egg cartons messy with painted hollows, recycled materials strewn all about. it has always been my most hated place but i see it was a blessing i was put here today, to find the quiet I haven’t known in a long while. steadying my mind for the many unknowns and the immensely different life that lies ahead without explicitly entertaining those thoughts, letting my inner child run free with this spread of art materials and questioning the existence of adult creativity- do i still have it in me? I find it again when I pick up my brush and the bottles of paint and get my hands dirty once more; it is therapeutic and the most silent my mind has been in a while.

bugis figures

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hoi an snapshots

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My Son Sanctuary, Hoi An

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There is something special about old structures because in some ways, it seems that time hasn’t touched them at all. Centuries have passed and the surrounding landscape has changed drastically but even so, we are seeing this holy place in the same light, with the same wonder in our eyes as people of the past. If the photo is captured just like this, without an interfering human figure, I can almost imagine people a thousand years ago going about their daily lives in this setting.

Our guide speaks to us and points out parts of the structure that were built in the past, and these bricks standing at over a thousand years old are clean and adhere strongly to each other. They are firm and sturdy and look good as new. Yet, the modern reinforcements around them are twenty-odd years young and eroded, stained with a brackish black and crumbly-looking. We are still trying to figure out how people of the past built, but to no avail.

It’s a pity that we’ve lost the ways of the past, but there’s also a strange beauty in it. It is this very ignorance which allows us to fully understand the worth of ancient methods and marvel at their minds; we always try harder and appreciate more of something we cannot easily attain. It is precisely because the information eludes us that we now appreciate these structures as true works of art and continue to be intrigued by it. Technology in all its might is somehow unable to replicate or decode the work of the past; it is powerful that rudimentary problem-solving skills and ways have somehow beaten the complex formulas and equations that we have created.