ego – skewed sonnet of learning curve

harmony in variety of five colours in tetrahedric relation, basic tones suggests ideas of young, intuitive learning.series inspired art direction of shinro ohtake’s pieces in ‘paper-sight’, an exhibition birthed during his residency at stpi.ego: skewed sonnet of learning curve is a series of twelve 20x20mm works that explore the obscure concepts of growth and maturity – childish sexual discovery and broken virginity.

the first three lines – y=9, y=13, y=16 – are based on a sonnet written by myself during my adolescent years. the poem goes by the same title. vocabulary used in each stanza are translated both literally and figuratively in visual chaos to create a whole new expression and interpretation of the sonnet.

the last line is based on a poem titled y=21, written to specially for this piece embody the current self.

throughout the series i play with local references to target subliminal memories of childhood without direct recognition.

the following line is based on this stanza

in each line, i use heavily saturated accent colours in the subject to create an emphasis, foreground and background. the composition of the elements follow a certain diagonal to create dynamic and order in the variety. one glance, a clear narrative. but upon every closer look, there is new revelation and symbols to skew the thought.

mutilated graduation photograph of young me
candy canes and cane rods
scissors &
drawing of scissors that looks like a penis
bata logo missing a T – baa baa baa
faceless sheep
ken doll
swing
cherry


dragon playground
wolf
bandages that form crossses
drawing of playground
cherry

velcro bata shoe
tassel whip
carcass of sheep
skull of sheep
eyes from photo of young me in first composition
punishment lines that read: “i will make better choices”
photo of squatting young me
drawing of myself playing at slide that looks like a penis

the following line is based on this stanza

ideas of puberty creep into this line. lots of pinks and blues are used to pull focus and illustrate the concept of litmus (as emphasized in the stanza).

girl with tassle whip hair
christian school pinafore
my eyes in lab goggles
cats cradle
diagram of hand sign to intercourse
my surname – 姚 – with chinese character of female in green
chinese foolscap box
‘popo’ (missing p) and ‘fish’ from fish muruku packaging
sex diagram paper cut out

lab beaker
photo of me with eyes from first composition masked out
mouth from hentai comic
student couple kissing from stomp
data log chart
ovary diagram as pipette
ministry of education logo
pythagoras theorem
para para sakura arrows
old nokia phone

grapefruit and other citrus fruits
fish muruku mascot baby
hand holding litmus paper
nipples with milk squirting out
lab beaker
diagram of double helix DNA


the following line is based on this stanza

the great gatsby – my literature text – is an overarching theme in this line. green (as in the green light in gatsby) is used to pull and subvert focus from subject and background.

my teenage photo
bra
face in gatsby cover
eyes from photo of my teenage self
gatsby blackout poetry
uno with ‘no’ highlighted


‘eyes of god’ from gatsby
batman’s joker mouth and nose (ref to shootings in 2012)
receipt with handwriting that reads ‘find rich husband’
eyes from my teenage self
panties

rocking horse
handwritte ‘slut’ missing the L
snare drum
‘stop’ and ‘+2’ uno cards
the great gatsby analysis worksheet

the following line is based on this poem

this line is simplified to show mature concepts that have evolved with the young adultish mind of my current self.

sparkling fuji apple logo mispelt to form ‘spankin’
bird from snow white
photo of my current self overlayed with question marks
snow white’s mouth

drawing of snow white in sexy attire
birthday cake
birds from snow white
recording watermark
fuji apple from sparkling fuji apple drink
‘F’, ‘A’, ‘P’ highlighted

mother mary as the witch from snow white
sparkling fuji apple canned
egg and sperm that form bubbles
photo of my current self praying
snow white’s sleeve, collar and crown

alas, the final product — to be reproduced one day, larger scale, silk screen printed on canvas.

 

 

my line is emo: documents_

synopsis()
what is an emotion? is it an intrinsic feeling or an extrinsic expression? how then can we document_ these intangible emotions on physical matter?

a sentiment, an experience, a memory or a feeling — captured in a document_ — emotions splayed upon these fibres in ink, etched upon my memory in nerve, marked upon these matter in matter.

and thus upon these lines, materialised my emotions as \outward reactions to inward feelings.

about()
documents_ is an abstract mixed media piece that constitutes of six lines of block printing ink upon paper mached documents. each line expresses an emotion that is embodied by the document in question.

while the lines carry visual indicators of the relative emotions, the process and mark-making tools used are also significant of the premise. and while the lines symbolize varied emotions, there is a gloominess throughout the strokes — a dark joy, a conflicted surprise, etc. — that comes off the organic expression of a heavy narrative.

idea()
the paper mache brings a different texture to the lines, while the lines bring a different texture to the documents and its pretext.

preliminary mark-making_
the first step in my mark making process was to curate a set of close-to-heart documents_ that embody six different emotions (to be discussed in the later parts of this entry). i then scanned and processed them in adobe photoshop to reproduce the print on paper of my choice.

choice of paper_
i chose paper to match the contextual properties of the documents. the colours and textures of the paper resemble what these documents were originally printed on — vintage newsprint paper, certificate paper, stone-textured paper, etc. the varied textures also created a nice variation in the grain and texture of ink marks.

treatment of paper_
i soaked the paper in hydrogen peroxide mixed water to wear the print. afterwards i lay them on a silkscreen and pressed them dry with a roller and felt paper. they were then dried between sheets of newsprint paper on a rack.

joy()
paper — my grandfather’s death certificate
ink — block printing ink
tool — my grandfather’s slipper

my grandfather was an abusive man. at his funeral, though gloomy, i felt a stark feeling of joy. it was a spontaneous feeling that bubbled and exploded in little bursts, yet the undertone was sinister. there was an intense happiness during his wake. my brother and i kicked around the cathedral for the first time, it was the start of our freedom. we could finally return to a home without worrying about how our calves would feel the next day. it was an exciting new feeling – tears of joy were salty yet sweet.

for this piece, i trampled on a mache of my grandfather’s death certificate with an inked slipper. the grain of the slipper and the ink that gets caught on the grooves of the paper mache form bulbous shapes that combine in little explosions. the movement is swift and has an upward trajectory, much like the bouncy feeling of joy. yet the undertone is not too pleasant, significant of the deep feelings that brought about this joy.

tenderness()
paper — music score to ‘drown’ by bring me the horizon
ink — block printing ink
tool — fingers drenched in diluted ink

during my teenage years i experienced simultaneous crises of identity and purpose. i was in a slump and my feelings were raw. many of my peers poked at my fragile emotions and made me question my existence. and the silence at home was deafening. i would listen to ‘drown’ by bring me the horizon, an alternative metal song that bore uncanny resemblance to my plight, proof that i was not alone. even to this date, the song pulls at the strings of my adolescent memories and feelings of tenderness.

What doesn’t kill you makes you wish you were dead.
Got a hole in my soul, growing deeper and deeper.
And I can’t take one more moment of this silence.
The loneliness is haunting me.
And the weight of the world’s getting harder to hold up.

It comes in waves, I close my eyes.
Hold my breath and let it bury me.
I’m not okay, and it’s not alright.
Won’t you drag the lake and bring me home again?

Who will fix me now? Dive in when I’m down?
Save me from myself, don’t let me drown.
Who will make me fight? Drag me out alive?
Save me from myself, don’t let me drown.

Excerpt from Drown by Bring Me The Horizon

these lines inspired me to use water in this piece. i drenched my paper in water and splayed diluted ink over it to create a feathered print.

my first layer resulted in a light greyish splatter print that watermarked over the paper. i decided to go over it with concentrated ink to create aggressive splotches that feather out slightly at the edges. the print looks almost painful to touch. the splatters are raw, but connote a certain fragility and rawness.

fear()
paper — bible
ink — block printing ink
tool — fingers drenched in diluted ink

fear is the day i stopped going to church. to those who bullied me and those who i bullied, the pastor read this scripture:

When you march up to attack a city, make its people an offer of peace. If they accept and open their gates, all the people in it shall be subject to forced labor and shall work for you. If they refuse to make peace and they engage you in battle, lay siege to that city. When the Lord your God delivers it into your hand, put to the sword all the men in it. As for the women, the children, the livestock and everything else in the city, you may take these as plunder for yourselves. . . . This is how you are to treat all the cities that are at a distance from you and do not belong to the nations nearby.

However, in the cities of the nations the Lord your God is giving you as an inheritance, do not leave alive anything that breathes. Completely destroy them—the Hittites, Amorites, Canaanites, Perizzites, Hivites and Jebusites—as the Lord your God has commanded you.

Deuteronomy 20:10-17

the verse, on destroying other people, frightened me. it was the first time i questioned the beliefs that i had based my life on. the divine power that i thought was there to protect me had turned into my biggest punisher. all of a sudden i realised i had been sinning my entire life.

this inspired me to create splattered lines that depict a speedy movement. the strokes are fast, sharp and haphazard. yet you can notice a muted tone in at the broader end of the line. i wanted to create a line that embodied the feeling as fear hits in riptides that stun and confuse with the influx of realisation. fear is unexpected and random, it will jar. the haphazard axes of the lines resemble this phenomenon. sub-note: though unintended, the thorny nature of the marks also connote the crown of jesus.

anger()
paper — 1984 article on the graduate mothers’ scheme
ink — block printing ink
tool — scrubbing sponge

i wanted to dedicate a piece to my mother, a woman who had guided my emotions to places. my mother recommended this article of the 1984 graduate mothers’ scheme of which she had archived. she played a part in many of the rallies that stood up against this policy. the article is the first among many to oppose against the scheme; an article that projected many to follow in a national outcry. a symbol of the nations anger and rebellion towards the government of that time.

i used an old scrubbing sponge to create heavy and swift marks that coagulate to show an anger that emits and spreads. the sponge is also a symbol of the hands of women in that masochistic era, fighting for an equal environment for themselves and the children.

surprise()
paper — my gce ‘o’ level certificate
ink — block printing ink
tool — sponge cut into circle

surprise is a feeling that catches you off guard. there are many kinds of surprising feelings, but they all give off the same kind of tingly, whirly sensation. when i received my gce ‘o’ level results, i was surprised with both high and low-spirited feelings. coming from a lower end neighbourhood school, i never thought i would qualify for a decent junior college — but i did. it was a sudden abundance of choice, and i did not know which was better, a junior college or a polytechnic. i eventually opted for a junior college, but left after a year to pursue more creative endeavours.

i wanted to create a spontaneous and whirly pattern with the round cut sponge. i used the dry sponge on concentrated ink to create the porous effect that resembles a sort of celebratory firework. i then flipped to the back to the sponge to create swirls that connote the whirly feeling that hit me at the back of my head.

melancholy()
paper — ‘fault lines’ by cheryl julia lee
ink — block printing ink
tool — hand

perhaps the most simplistic and minimalistic of the series. this piece embodies the feeling of melancholy i get when reading my favourite poem — fault lines by cheryl julia lee. it speaks about a story much like my grandmother’s, coming from a patriarchal peranakan family, who used to be abused by my grandfather.

Grandma was too small to move a mountain
so they made her wash dishes instead. Her hands
cracked for the first time underwater,
again when she brushed a stray strand of hair
from her face, again when her touch
made baby cry. But Grandma is good
at doing what she has to do. She rubs
her cries into splintered hands, wipes the broken
syllable from her lips, and keeps on scrubbing.
Even later when they made her carry
the laundry on a bamboo pole, the wood
rubbing away at her skin, she bore it like a proud
flag bearer. These earthquakes tearing up fault lines
on her palms are too small, too local
and no one notices that she strokes with knuckles,
that she sits always with folded hands,
that the fortune teller cannot tell her future.

Fault Lines by Cheryl Julia Lee

I wanted to create a sense of desolation and drop-to-the-ground sadness by isolating the concentrated handprints in one single spot. the stroke is slow and graduated, much like the muted sadness as one basks in melancholy. the faded ends of the handprint also represent a certain sense of loss and lack of energy. the initial palm print is heavy as if an abrupt puff of despair.

Intro to Mark-making

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Our first mark-making assignment is an open-ended expression of 6 emotions.

The assignment allows us to explore different media to create unique marks of organic form. At this preliminary stage, we are trying out different tools and mediums to find a mark that we can call our own. Today, we created marks with basic stationery like pencils, pens and markers — blindly scribbling shapes and patterns with no premonition. Perchance, we’d find our mark.