Megha’s eyes grew even wider when I mentioned Swap-o-Rama. She has never been there, but as a Chicagoan by birth she grew up watching commercials of Swap-o-Rama on TV. I tried to imagine what it was like. I took bus number 9 from the Ashland Orange Line station. It went pass quite a few big deserted […]
The Maxwell Street Market was smaller than I thought. As I walked closer, I saw a big steel structure of about 4 meter high saying “Maxwell Street Market”, and I thought it was going to start right away then. But no. The market was a block away. People were packing up already. I thought I’d just […]
Last Sunday, on the Bank of America Marathon Day, I went to the Maxwell Street Market. When I was waiting for my first bus just across the street from my street, I realised how much public transport schedules were disrupted because of the marathon. I ended up waiting for a bit too long. So I […]
I still can’t forget the faces of those high school girls in Singapore. They were listening to my story, and in the end of it one of them said she would never forget it. As part of Make Your Own Passport (2014) at Art Stage Singapore 2016, I recounted a story to the people who […]
IF When there is smoke, there is fire. AND When there is fire, do not use the elevator. THEN When there is smoke, do NOT use the elevator. ELSE You might die.
If they’re talking about it already, it will happen. When the technology is available, someone is already doing it somewhere. A forward-looking man that he was, the idea of technology always enchanted Papa. He was the one who bought the first musical instrument to his family, when he was younger. It was an accordion. The […]
I was a teacher once. I wanted to be it once, and this was one of my very first wants. I don’t know if I am, still, underneath all my other beings. Then, I thought to be an artist, not knowing at all what it meant to be one. Years later I found myself being […]
No please, no more days like these. I wish for a lighter air to breath in, and out, in.
He’s an Ivy League lawyer who doesn’t believe that a mere middle class can fly the world even when she does so in economy class he insisted she must be an heir. An heir she is, of all the stories unspoken and kept in secrets sneaking out in chemical madness fuelling all her tiny helipads […]
When an art fair makes me doubt my being an artist, as much as I love the third day of people, I question myself: how can I call myself an artist if I don’t get these objects? How can I speak as an artist if I don’t get their language? Row after row after row […]