Object and Representation of Self – My World

Nature has always inspired me; the way branches curled, twisted and burst into a fan of leaves, and the way every inch and detail of a plant is carefully crafted to ensure its survival. I remember exploring forests with my first Kodak camera to capture the trees and skies, over time it just became my go to spot to become inspired.

In recent years, my little quiet worlds have been torn down to make space for housing buildings for our growing population. Those forests I used to run into are now fenced off with the roars of chainsaws echoing inside and the trees I used to sit under, are piled onto trucks, only to be never to be seen again.

It’s not that I am against the modernization, it’s just a little heartbreaking to see your little worlds disappear one by one. Ironic those condominiums are now named after the trees they stand on.

These little quiet worlds hold memories for me – the place I brought my first camera to, the day I learnt to never run on mud in my favorite shoes, and the day I was chased by wild dogs. I suppose over time, I’ve grown protective of my little private worlds and choose to keep it a secret just so it’ll remain what it is –

my place of quiet solitude



See my self representation works here, or if you’re interested in the process here.

Okay bye

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