69

I like the ending of Murakami's 69. Why should a gentle and beautiful girl have to go out of her way to see something sad or painful?

I don't think I should give S----- a copy of my Sorrowful World.

Goodbye to you...I wish you all the happiness in the world.

Home

I am in love with Yohji's idea of a home. What is my idea of a home? A bed. A few books and magazines. A pencil case. A sketchbook and journal. My iPod. A camera. A few sets of clothes. A cup of tea. That's my idea of home.

(And perhaps, a laptop and broadband connection.)

Sorrowful World -- The writings (No. 2)

Sorrowful World is the book I have always wanted to produce. Despite the typo errors and one of the images printed upside-down, it remains important to me. I am very proud of these drawings.

Looking back

I wrote Chinese poems in a cafe till the cafe closed at two o'clock in the morning. I painted next to a graveyard at twelve midnight, urinating into the drain even as there was no nearby toilet which I could use. Days of reading novels and trying to write my autobiography. Crazy nights of drawing and painting into the wee hours of the morning. Watercolour sunset next to a roadside stall, with smoke and ashes from the joss bin blowing in the wind. Banyan tree in a Muslim graveyard. Canal and construction site next to the old folks’ home at Kembangan. Insomnia blues at Pandan Reservoir. Stir-fried kway teow, iced coffee and intellectual conversations at Teban Gardens. Mosquitoes and drizzle at the Botanical Gardens and Fort Canning, with “One Hundred Years of Solitude” in my bag . I have done it all…

Drawing s in black and white

The title of this exhibition may be read two ways:
a) Drawings in black and white or
b) sin, Drawing black and white




The show is now on at Cat Socrates.

Cat Socrates is at Bras Basah Complex Level 3. Please come down and support!

Sorrowful World

My book is out.

There is a typo error in it, but I guess we just have to live with it.

Painting of Abandoned Tunnel at Teban (2010 - 2011)

Working on this painting is a humbling experience. I am not the "inspired artist" or "master painter" I imagined myself to be after all.

The photograph looks better than the actual work.

The painting is done using acrylics on Moleskine notebook paper. The actual work is 25.5 by 19.5 cm, slightly smaller than A4. There is a certain Van-Gogh-ish awkwardness and clumsiness to it.

I have chosen the graffiti-filled wall as the subject because graffiti is all about youth and rebellion. I want my art to be about youth and rebellion.