smallasdaisy

" Hallo, I'm an angry fruit - and I can Talk~! :> "

Acrylic on canvas, 7.5 x 7.5 cm



..and here's a pair of decorated shoes by my lovely student.

Some of the samples I did for my students. Working on more still!

 

The Ironic Duality of Rest
90cm X 120cm
Oil on Canvas

I started painting this with the intent of confronting my fear towards mortality and the transience.

 

Deep down inside, I am haunted by my own paranoia that one day the people I love will eventually depart. I find myself staring at my mother earnestly when she’s not snoring, looking for signs of her breathing. Her picture of calm and stillness is most peaceful, yet it stirs up the disquiet in me; almost like a physical reminder of mortality. A sense of uneasiness prevails as I realise how much her body has degenerated over time.

 

“Fear is the heart of love”, I believe.

 

The more I thought, the more I get put off by the paradoxical notion that life begets death. I began to scrape fresh paint off the canvas. Nevertheless, this senseless action of painting and scraping still leaves traces of its short presence on the canvas – like a visual metaphor that nothing is permanent but the impermanence will always bear imprints that cannot be erased completely.

 

I really appreciate the painting process which has given me some invaluable insights to this universal issue which has often been left out of our conversation.

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Really glad that I received much compliments and positive comments from art professionals n practitioners. To view mine as well as the other more deserving winners work, head down to:

ESPLANADE MALL,   JENDELA  (VISUAL ARTS SPACE)  @ LEVEL 2
Exhibition from 11 July 2010 to 25 July 2010

Im kinda still rushing  the UOB PAINTING OF THE YEAR competition. the oil painting process is painfully slow n im nowhere near finish!! its less than 10 days before submission..

Thinking of joining DBS I-DESIGN-A-BANK after uob. $5000 prize seems little compare to the amount of effort one probably have to make. ends in 30 july

i should probably stop surfing the net n go complete the bloody portrait. God!

medium: acrylic, graphite

The idea of a fatal bridal car crash aka tragic death on wedding day came out of the blue.  you could say i was trying to toy around with the "notion" of irony, or perhaps, surrealism. Well, i aptly titled it "When bliss meets tragedy".

 i would have thought such drama must have had occurred (rarely) even as ive never heard or come across. googling close to an hour churns out one such incident but on a much smaller scale, where passengers of the wedding chariot sustain superficial injury. anyway, thats not entirely the point.

i was actually wondering why misfortune happen when you least expect it to. are we really that cursed, since all understand that we're moving towards mortality since birth, and if we could possibly avert disasters.. 

There was a superstitious man who avoided going out on friday the thirteen, thinking he could met with an accident once he step out of his door. So he stayed at home. A clever bee then flew into the house and gave him a fatal sting, and that was the very end of him. it's a true incident i read from the newspaper years ago. 

And so i do not know why i would bring this up, since it had long bugged me in the past. maybe i have been thinking about tarot cards and stuffs like that.  now i am questioning: If it is predicted that one would die of cardiac arrest, road accidents, etc, would exercising more caution and taking "precautions" lower such risks? Or would one's fate turn out to be like the man who got stung by the bee??

Life is full of mystery, i supposed. no?


 

Oversensitive can be a problem. I am the problem

It's just a slight, negative action/comment, critique, ..  but i thought my world has crashed. and fallen

As much as i would like to act tough, i find i couldn't.

(there have been..) too many deja vus.  No stranger to this, no stronger than before

the world is crying out for Haiti now, i'm crying to myself



Maybe i can make tis into a rap song or something. it kinda rhymes. Hah.    (they say no use swallowing down your puke when its going to come out.. sorry, will probably clean up the mess when i bout to throw up again:/





     

sorry diary. didnt mean to neglect you but ive got alot to prepare for the upcoming portfolio review for uni admission. i promise to post more works after march/april.  Wow, i feel like the more i paint the better i become - i think ive finally developed my own style! even though it may not be that distinct after all. but im lovin' every portfolio intensive moment. Strange but da feeling's great !

@national museum of singapore



It was free admission for all tis christmas. obviously, free things come at a price too. never in my life have i come across queues in a museum  that are seven times the length of an aligator. Multiply this by 4 rows and 2 storeys, and you will get... ?

Which was worse than entering the Louvre. the space was ten-folds bigger and we didn't even have to queue for tickets as we bought ours way beforehand.

what a futile trip. will probably come back within this coming week. gotta bring some cash though - adults $15, students free, school leavers like me ??

(well, at least there's more space and oxygen to roam about!)

flipping old magazines at 3.17 am. I found a photograph, in the AMICA maiden issue, of a red jumpsuit worn by a scrawny looking model - absolutely love the outfit! (hence decided to sketch it out. grrr.. my sketches forever turn out amateurish - really desperate to master the sketchy, spontaneous, fluid style of a penwork!)

reality is, i don't think i could possibly pull off such a high fashion look in a jumpsuit - aint blessed with long legs and proportionate body. Guess i'll just stare and admire then - fashion is still, afterall, a feast for the eyes.