Mother’s Day at Gardens By The Bay

For this year’s Mother’s Day, we went to Tulipmania at Gardens By The Bay. I wouldn’t do this post if it has no relation to art. Nature has inspired me in my illustrations and being surrounded by a fields of flowers and other non flowering plants was definitely an endless pool of inspiration.

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But here’s the highlight of my day: There was this art activity corner where we had to design our own postcards. The moment I saw a watercolour set, my heart skipped a beat. It was therapeutic, especially after walking so much. There were people from Laselle who I guess volunteered to hold this activity, I’m not sure but they were great. So here are the finished pieces done by my family.

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(Clockwise)
Brother’s impressionist work of ‘Autumn’, Mum’s dancing caterpillar, my yanky doodle landscape, and my sister’s minimalist piece of a flower.

Until next time 🙂

Torn suppression

“Torn suppression”

Paint strips and paint

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In “Torn Suppression”, I used torn pieces of wall paint and painted them to look like rock textures. The process of tearing up wall paint reminds us of the outcome of violent repression in ones home. It tries to comment on an attempt to break free from the four walls of the living space.

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And by manipulating the texture of the ripped paint into a geological state, it represents an act of preserving the consequences of released anger and recreating it into an object. Puzzling the pieces together becomes an intimate act of self-reflection and empowerment. The abstract outcome reflects the beauty of it by overcoming ones fears and emotions. Succumbing to them is healing and healthy.

If only I had known

I was dancing with my loved interest too long that I didn’t realize she was already dead. If only I had known.

fizzyfiiz (Dancing with the dead)

Overworked

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Pulled and stretched, I am leaving tracks behind.

Yanked and tangled like a dusty marionette,

I am forced to only heave a long sigh

in the drawer that you have thrown me into.

And although I’m not skillful in this lifetime,

I’ve learned enough to not fall until I do

unto death.

“I know why the caged bird sings” by Maya Angelou

Well, Happy World Poetry Day! I decided to post a poem by Maya Angelou about ones longing for freedom and liberty.

“I’ve lost touch of my human side that I’ve let the bird out of its cage and made it my home”

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A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

– Maya Angelou

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