Showcase—
Showcase—
Until I Am My Self Again
(Soul-o-logue)
Until I Am My Self Again
(Soul-o-logue)
This is a selection of 11 “poem-like jottings” (Haruki Murakami’s words) from my journal. Pages and pages of handwritten entries that attempt to capture moments, feelings, thoughts, observations, sounds, smells, the essence of encounters, conversations between heart, head and soul—sometimes in ink, sometimes in lead—before they flap their wings and flit away, as they do; remembering before I forget, as I will.
Everything, I believe, happens for a lesson. If we permit little moments to slip by unnoticed, un-cherished, we may find, at the end, a whole life lived without having truly experienced, learned or loved a thing of it. And who we are in it.
This year has been one of introspective solitude. A year of being by with my self intentionally, moulting old selves and stories, deep-diving into abandoned corners of the heart, facing fears with honesty and compassion, healing, discovering new versions of my self in the unfamiliar and discomfortable.
The world is a noisy place.
In the quiet of my pages, I am heard—
Found
I am free to be.
The arrival at the theme of this collection, then, is a homage to the journey here.
This is a selection of 11 “poem-like jottings” (Haruki Murakami’s words) from my journal. Pages and pages of handwritten entries that attempt to capture moments, feelings, thoughts, observations, sounds, smells, the essence of encounters, conversations between heart, head and soul—sometimes in ink, sometimes in lead—before they flap their wings and flit away, as they do; remembering before I forget, as I will.
Everything, I believe, happens for a lesson. If we permit little moments to slip by unnoticed, un-cherished, we may find, at the end, a whole life lived without having truly experienced, learned or loved a thing of it. And who we are in it.
This year has been one of introspective solitude. A year of being by with my self intentionally, moulting old selves and stories, deep-diving into abandoned corners of the heart, facing fears with honesty and compassion, healing, discovering new versions of my self in the unfamiliar and discomfortable.
The world is a noisy place.
In the quiet of my pages, I am heard—
Found
I am free to be.
The arrival at the theme of this collection, then, is a homage to the journey here.
(And here, I want to say a heartfelt “thank you” to my dear friend Samira Badt, the founder of Badt and Co, who sent me a message from Spain one September day with the ludicrous idea for me to exhibit my work in her retail/gallery space in Singapore. Even more ludicrously, I typed “yes” almost without hesitation. The heart spoke first, much to the horror of my brain. Everything happens for a lesson. For this opportunity—to connect deeper with my self and possibly to others in this unexpected way—I am grateful.)
My ritual of journalling began a number of years ago as a sort of self-prescribed therapy. Somewhere along the way, a new branch started to grow in this form of creative writing—at times with the help of typography and other visual elements, which accorded the words space and freedom to find their desired shapes and flow whenever inspired. This is how I make sense of the world around and within me. This is where I express and communicate my self. It has taught me to see with my heart. It continues to show me the way to what truly matters.
I have been writing every day for a long time. Not once have I considered the possibility that my words would find their place and purpose on a wall in a public (non-digital) space. You never know what plans the Universe has for you. Well, here we are. Somewhere on these walls, somewhere in these words, may you feel a spark of inspiration, magic and courage to listen to your own heart. When you do, I hope you’ll keep following that voice—until you are your self again.
(And here, I want to say a heartfelt “thank you” to my dear friend Samira Badt, the founder of Badt and Co, who sent me a message from Spain one September day with the ludicrous idea for me to exhibit my work in her retail/gallery space in Singapore. Even more ludicrously, I typed “yes” almost without hesitation. The heart spoke first, much to the horror of my brain. Everything happens for a lesson. For this opportunity—to connect deeper with my self and possibly to others in this unexpected way—I am grateful.)
My ritual of journalling began a number of years ago as a sort of self-prescribed therapy. Somewhere along the way, a new branch started to grow in this form of creative writing—at times with the help of typography and other visual elements, which accorded the words space and freedom to find their desired shapes and flow whenever inspired. This is how I make sense of the world around and within me. This is where I express and communicate my self. It has taught me to see with my heart. It continues to show me the way to what truly matters.
I have been writing every day for a long time. Not once have I considered the possibility that my words would find their place and purpose on a wall in a public (non-digital) space. You never know what plans the Universe has for you. Well, here we are. Somewhere on these walls, somewhere in these words, may you feel a spark of inspiration, magic and courage to listen to your own heart. When you do, I hope you’ll keep following that voice—until you are your self again.
Until I Am My Self Again
(Soul-o-logue)
When:
2 November 2021 to 21 January 2022
Time:
10.30am—6.30 pm (Tuesday to Saturday)
11am—5pm (Sunday)
Space:
Badt and Co Flagship Store
290A Joo Chiat Road
See you x
Until I Am My Self Again
(Soul-o-logue)
When:
2 November 2021 to 21 January 2022
Time:
10.30am—6.30 pm (Tuesday to Saturday)
11am—5pm (Sunday)
Space:
Badt and Co Flagship Store
290A Joo Chiat Road
All original pieces are available for purchase. They may be collected at the end of the showcase, after 21 January 2022.
All original pieces are available for purchase. They may be collected at the end of the showcase, after 21 January 2022.
Love,
