The city is similar to a film,
One in a state of continuous metamorphosis,
one in which not only is everything and everyone animated but also incessantly accelerated.
Everything passes by and is always in the process of unreeling.
a sequence of events occurs.
actions are amplified.
A shout,
a tragical pause,
a gesture of terror,
the entire scene,
the complete external unfolding of the intimate drama.
I get lost as I travel through the streets–
and I tell no one.
an interstitial nature.
I am, as an artist, constantly interpreting from my direct environment and personal experiences,
then re-presenting them as visuals.
I am drawn towards people
because I crave for a kind of accelerated intimacy
or connection
with these strangers.
I wonder about their background, their experience and the potential narrative that I have yet to discover.
I am curious about the narratives that are not spoken, accounts hidden beneath layers.
Everyone is perpetually slipping into each other,
passing through ceaseless cycles of transformation;
no longer separate,
but interspersed.
We are embodied but we are also networks,
living on inside machines and in other people’s heads;
memories and data streams.
We are being watched and we do not have control.
We long for contact and it makes us afraid.
But as long as we are still capable of feeling and expressing vulnerability, intimacy stands a chance.
Not entirely. But – does it matter?
for my pieces to consistently challenge boundaries
Tenacious, condfident, and compassionate.
Many- ranging from designers to artists and writers. Most notably, Amanda Heng, Marina Abramovic, Sophie Calle, Yayoi Kusama, Sylvia Plath.
Many.
Everything is impossible until it is done.
Photos courtesy of Sarah Choo Jing.
April 15, 2019