Lore: Architecture – The White Lotus



A thermal power station functions as a treatment facility that transforms waste into energy. Mainly electric power to thermal, lighting, ventilating power. All of these work on super efficient energy in a post-apocalyptic world like ours.


Fossil fuel depletion: Oil is a thing of a past in today’s context. Big Russia was known to be the God of Oil, but today we’re only known for soil and filth.  Coal eventually became the only fossil fuel.

· Atmospheric carbon dioxide: Today, atmospheric carbon dioxide measures about 378 parts per million, compared with about 300 parts per million 450,000 years ago. Yet by 2100, carbon dioxide content could be as high as 700 parts per million. Most of this projected increase would be attributable to continuing use of fossil fuels for buildings, construction, transportation and manufacturing.

· Climate change: Carbon dioxide is called a greenhouse gas because it traps solar heat within the atmosphere. Having the effect of a greenhouse’s glass roof, carbon dioxide prevents this heat from radiating back out into space. Trapped atmospheric heat is absorbed by the earth’s surface, slowly raising the temperature of water, land and vegetation.

Quantitative estimates vary, but scientists generally agree that global warming is a reality, asserting that even a one-degree Celsius increase in average global temperature would make the earth warmer than it has been in the past million years. More alarming, a rise of two to three degrees Celsius is conceivable, and perhaps unavoidable, by the end of the 21st century.

· Consequences of climate change: Mazria described the likely catastrophic effects of progressive global warming if temperature forecasts prove accurate. Melting polar ice would raise sea levels, inundating tens of thousands of miles of coastland and displacing tens of millions of people around the globe. Much of Florida, the Gulf Coast and Maryland’s Eastern Shore would disappear.

Hurricanes and storms would be more frequent, more severe and longer-lasting. Water for farming, industry and cities would diminish, as lakes and rivers become warmer and more evaporation occurs.

Agricultural productivity would decrease, forest fires would increase and both wildlife and vegetation would vanish or relocate.

As humans, animals and plants migrate in response to rapidly changing conditions, disease will move with them. Thus, public health could be as worrisome as flooding.



Lore: Authority

When one were to speak of authority, it wasn’t one about the government. In a world as devastated as this, the one who has the ability to hold the last breath has the most power. The government is barely surviving, hidden away and sheltered by false media. The Solntsevskaya Bratva was more than just breathing, it was beating hard.

Within years, the entire country was covered in the clouds of darkness and snow and of hail and hoarfrost.

Meanwhile crime shot up as honest shopkeepers found themselves at the mercy of robbers, thieves and hooligans.

Since the law couldn’t protect you, you had to look outside it. You had to get yourself a “roof”, or a krysha. Krysha is Russian slang for ‘protection’, as in you hand over X amount of money each month to a corrupt politician, your old school buddy who joined the police force, a private security firm or the racketeering organization of your choice in order to avoid having problems. If you failed to keep up your end of the bargain you’d find yourself at risk of having an accident, maybe tripping up over a hand grenade or bumping into a loaded Kalashnikov. In Russia, it doesn’t pay being clumsy.

Art History: Week II Journal– Favourite Buddhist Temple

Foo Hai Chan Monastery

Foo Hai Ch’an Monastery (Chinese: 福海禅寺), is a Buddhist monastery in Singapore. The foundation was originally set up by Venerable Hong Zong of Taiwan. The present premises are located at Geylang, Singapore.


Main Deity 主神/佛
Guanyin 观音Other temples with this as main deity

Other Deities 众神/佛
Buddha 释迦牟尼佛

Siddhartha Centre 盘古圣皇佛堂
Pan Gu 盘古
Tai Shang Lao Jun 太上老君
Guanyin 观音
Mile Fo (Maitreya) 米勒佛
He Ye Yun 何野云
Ji Gong 济公

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Morning Gong –

“In the morning, the gong is set to create a stream of intense sounds followed by a slow pace. This is to remind the mass that they are have come to the end of a long night and do not indulge oneself in deep unconsciousness; in the evening, the gong is sounded in the reverse order, that is, slow then a faster pace, this is to remind everyone that they should be aware of illusions and unconsciousness; also that they must help relieve all beings in the nether world from suffering. The gongs in Chinese Temples are sounded one hundred and eight times each time, because sentient beings have one hundred and eight types of worries.”

With that being said, my father led my family up to the platform to sound off the gong so as to “scare off the demons” in his words. (I’m not sure if we’re allowed to do that but nobody came to stop us anyway.)

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“Incense along with flowers and fruit represent some of the primary gifts that Buddhist practitioners offer during Buddhist prayer or on their altars. Incense in particular stands for ethics and morality. But these offerings only have meaning if the follower also has right conduct. Incense also reminds the practitioner of the path of the Middle Way, or moderation, and offers the key to enlightenment and Buddhahood. It creates a feeling of serenity.”

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Guanyin –

“In Chinese Buddhism, Guan Yin is synonymous with the Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara, the pinnacle of mercy, compassion, kindness and love.
(Bodhisattva- being of bodhi or enlightenment, one who has earned to leave the world of suffering and is destined to become a Buddha, but has forgone the bliss of nirvana with a vow to save all children of god.”

“Guan Yin is also depicted with a thousand arms and varying numbers of eyes, hands and heads, sometimes with an eye in the palm of each hand, and is commonly called “the thousand-arms, thousand-eyes” Bodhisattva. In this form she represents the omnipresent mother, looking in all directions simultaneously, sensing the afflictions of humanity and extending her many arms to alleviate them with infinite expressions of her mercy, while the thousand eyes help her see anyone who may be in need.”

Guanyin is a deity I can easily relate to as my mother has exposed me to her ways of teaching since young. To me, Guanyin is benevolent and kind, yet at the same time she is strong and in a sense, omnipotent.

On this trip, the interior of the temple was closed hence we were unable to enter and pay our respects hence I could not get a good photo of Thousand-arms Guanyin.

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Bodhi Tree – 

From the photo above:

“A branch of the Bodhi Tree in Bodhigaya, India where Lord Buddha attained enlightment presented by the Prime Minister of Sri Lanka


24 December 1991″

“The Bodhi-Tree is a symbolic representation of the individual’s journey to infinity. As the seed which begins tiny and hard grows open and free, so should the mind and heart. The tree is rooted in the ground as the self is rooted in matter. But the seed grows beyond the ground, as it perceives its environment, cares about it, and ultimately leaves the limitations of the body and matter behind. The branches reach towards the heavens yet the vines of the banyan reach towards the earth. Such is the state of mankind – always being pulled in two directions. One direction is freedom, ultimate liberation, and the transcendence of boundaries. The other direction is security, rootedness, comfort, and tradition – the self that will not turn away from the earth. Some people may justify behavior by Buddhist or other ethics and ritual, but will ultimately seek comfort rather than freedom. Such people should rest peacefully at the roots of the tree and never climb it.

For the others, the spiritual explorers, comfort and security are left behind. There will ultimately come a question: Which world do you choose? Only those who seek the upper branches of the tree and liberation can progress and follow the stages of the watches of the night.

There were many reasons for the historical Buddha’s incarnation. One was to provide a model for those that seek freedom.

The Bodhi Tree is easily characterised by the heart-shaped leaves and the tail of the leaf that curls up, towards the sky.



Pen sketch of the Morning Gong at Foo Hai Chan Monastery which I later went home to add some splashes of watercolour.

Overall, the visit to Foo Hai Chan Monastery made me feel peaceful especially in a hectic environment and schedule due to studying in a University. The simple yet modern(due to the marble flooring) architecture of the Monastery is pleasant and inviting.

Chapter 2: Seven Minutes


She left the house hurriedly, fast, her heart throbbing, pounding in her head. She knew she had to leave least the Bratva take it on the Blacks. How could they have tracked her down here? No, not the same route. She had to take a detour, if she makes it to where the man found her before he did, she’ll know who was he and what he wanted. Into the forest she went. The snow is now knee deep and every step was getting harder to make. Her body was freezing and fatigue was getting the better of her. Slowly, oxygen was leaving her brain and the anxiety pangs starts to hit her. The blood continued to form between the sore skin. She bit her lips and pushed forward. The leaves of a pine tree three meters away, shuffled.

She stopped. Her heart sank. The silence enveloped her surroundings. She could no longer hear her panting as she held her breath and stood watching. The cold silence made her fearful to move. She crouched over, turning in all directions, wary and afraid. Her vision was blurring…

Playing Briony Grey, you can choose to use your powers and time-travel or to confront the encounter.

2D Foundation II – 3D Typography Research

Farhad Moshiri


Artist Farhad Moshiri’s installation “Life is Beautiful” was made by piercing 1242 knives of different colors and sizes into a wall at Pallazzo Grassi, Italy (2009).

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Personally, I really enjoy the way Moshiri uses ready-mades in his typography to literally play out the phrase “stabbed-out with knives”. The optical illusion is also very interesting as from far, one would not expect the colourful and playful typography to be something so dangerous as weapons being stabbed into the walls.

In my work, I would explore using ready-mades to express myself (my name), in “and I am diminishing.” In the typography, I am slowly disappearing, as if back into the box where I first “emerged” from in the form of light.



Marc Quinn


Self is a self-portrait of the artist, but one that literally uses his body as material since the cast of Quinn’s head, immersed in frozen silicone, is created from ten pints of his own blood. In this way, the materiality of the sculpture has both a symbolic and real function. The work was made at a time when Quinn was an alcoholic and a notion of dependency – of things needing to be plugged in or connected to something to survive – is apparent since the work needs electricity to retain its frozen appearance. A further iteration made every five years, this series of sculptures presents a cumulative index of passing time and an ongoing self-portrait of the artist’s ageing and changing self.”

Chapter: Deciding who she is

The snow poured heavily outside, she’s in her room in the attic. The wooden furniture stood still and silent as the wind hits the glass window relentlessly. As she stood up from her dark wooden chair, it creaked softly. She hears the shuffling of footsteps downstairs. Judging from the time, she must have travelled an hour or so before the man chased up to her.

Who was he…? What did he wanted?

She leaves the room and heads for the first floor, where Sharma and Kotecha are cooking in the kitchen. They’re moving around the exact same way she had seen them before she left for the city. Sharma, dark haired, tanned and frail stirred the pot while she grinds the chicken bones she has hidden in the fireplace least the government does a raid on them again. The other time, Kotecha was forced to give up their canned goods they had bartered for the last of Sharma’s jewellery. They drank the hot water with grinded chicken bones silently. Kotecha came forward to offer her a bowl but she politely pushed the bowl back to her. The bratva were after her, if she were to stay in the house any longer, they’ll be after Sharma and Kotecha too. She had to leave, immediately.

Briony Grey can choose to run away, or to confront and find out who was it lurking around the house earlier.




Chapter(Lore): Vegetation – Underground


Fast forward in London, year 2034. Briony Grey lives with the Black family, they found her freezing in the streets, stealing in order to survive. The Black family, mother and daughter duo live in a warm house 40 nautical miles off the city. Briony lives her life in fear of meeting the Bratva again, meanwhile protecting the family in return for their kindness.

The weather got rougher and the streets became colder. The government decided to reduce food rations discreetly, while increasing media coverage on R&D that claims to speed up the process of food growth.

Hungry and cold, she knew where the government kept their food supplies – an underground stem which works as a green house as its impossible for the growth of green above ground. It’s location hidden well deep into the city, the only way for her to get there is via the Metro. There was no way she was going to get food anywhere here.

“I can’t let them die here.”

Braving the cold, Briony threads along the cold pathway in the freeze. Footsteps were crunching away in the snow behind her. As she fastened her pace, it followed too. Fear gripped her. She began running, the bitter wind cutting her face as she battled the cold. He ran faster, chasing up to her.

“Stop!” He yelled, “I know you,” – Yet how could the Bratva have traced her all the way here. It didn’t make sense. But there was only one thing she could do.

Pulling off her gloves while sprinting across the 3-inches deep snow, she looked at the spot of her palm with overgrowth tissue protruding within what essentially is an unhealed wound. The skin was still painful and itchy. Using the blades on her metal thumb ring, a decisive and habitual lance through her palm –

A sudden violent rotating column of air extending to a thunderstorm shook the ground. The trees bent over towards the wind source and the air hurled around cars. The piercing wind made it impossible for anyone to open their eyes. “STOP IT!” He yelled, “I KNOW WHAT You are… you will meet me agai..” Softer and softer, his shouts faded away. That voice became a distant memory.

Briony opened her eyes again, back into the warm cottage the Black lives in. She looks outside the window. The snow has just started to pour. She has travelled back in time.



It wasn’t long before she winced at the pain, her skin is torn and blood lined the outermost layer of her palm. The man from before, where was he from? He has to be somewhere near here..



You’re playing Briony Grey, you are free to roam around the area and interact.





Medium Close-Up

Anchoring: Shocked expression looking at 3D-Creepy stickers

Relaying: There is no pleasure in having nothing to do, the fun is having lots to do and not doing it.


Medium Long Shot

Anchoring: Playfully hiding behind a locker

Relaying: Children show me in their playful smiles the divine in everyone. This simple goodness shines straight from their hearts and only asks to be loved. -Michael Jackson


Extreme Close Up

Anchoring: Cross-Eyed Portrait

Relaying: “To enjoy each breathing day, you have to set time aside to play.” – Suzy Kassem

Project 1b: Losing Form



A Sketch Book

My sketch book is where my ideas are being generated.

Where they are freed from the metal boxes after being stifled for too long.


My sketch book is like a temple, where I express my darkest thoughts religiously

And come to terms with myself.


Wherever I go it follows and where I exit, it doesn’t.

It stays with the place making its forever. 

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