I make art because it is soul. Contrast these two phenomena: the mechanisation of life, the deconstruction of life, the mystery of life that science seeks to unlock; that moment of standing on top of a mountain, the moment a baby is born, the first experience of something new. It is easy to forget that […]
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I don’t remember what they called him at the SPCA. I only gave him the name “Nacho” after a day or two. Nacho was the first dog that I called mine. I was 22 going on 23. I remember going to camp in the morning and wanting to call home to let him hear my […]
Read more "Nacho"Found this while “decluttering” my desk. I think this was for the platoon “yearbook” that we all had to submit a autobiography for. I was in Foxtrot company, and little known fact but I won Miss Foxtrot. That’s for another story. This was written 2 months after I had returned to Singapore, having spent 8 […]
Read more "Something I wrote immediately after BMT"I admit it. I’m not someone who revels in taking pictures. It takes too much effort to look all perky and hot because you know you better because in this digital age, that picture you take will one day land on Facebook or be forever digitized somewhere. And that’s just the everyday pictures. Publicity shoots […]
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