“Original media components that might contribute to a creative self portrait”
Travelling to foreign lands can often get people lost in translation. Looking back I wish I learnt a LOTE, but I was fortunate enough to grow up in a bilingual household. In order to express my self-diagnosis with a case of wanderlust, I decided to compile my favourite words from a language that is prominent in each place I’ve visited: Australia, London, America, Italy, Paris, Hong Kong, Singapore, Manila, Tacloban, Baguio, Dubai, Barcelona, Malaysia, Brunei.
From lullabies to the karaoke classics, Dad would always lighten up the household and gatherings with his voice (and Frank Sinatra). The Charlie Chaplin/ Nat King Cole classic “SMILE” is one of my all time favourite songs for its charm and simplicity, and also because Dad would usually sing it from time to time since I could ever remember.
Nothing could ever beat Mum’s COOKING. Nothing beats food made with love.
A cassette tape, a floppy disk, a DSLR, a disc, a mouse, a television remote, a PS3 controller, an ipod shuffle, a USB and paper. This did not intend to resemble my face, but rather symbolises a virtual reality where anyone can be on the other side of the screen. I still remember being blown away by how a floppy and cassette revolutionised the way we stored documents and listened to music.
Yeah I know it’s blurry.
The only time when I’m afraid of heights is when I look down from a balcony at a shopping centre, I get petrified.
I guess this is me facing my fear?
Location: The State Library lawn on a sunny day.
And here we have a typical Melburnian reacting to the Melbourne weather.
Sixteen years later; I still have a red coat, white socks, polished black shoes, a Persian rug and that cheekiness (most of the time).
Long story short: I wrapped myself in fairy lights and danced like crazy.
I have a scatterbrain and sometimes I don’t need coffee to have this much energy (but coffee’s grouse).
Haven’t played the piano in months (maybe even years) and is something I want to really get back into.
On the other hand, these are just a handful of rings from my collection. They come from all over the world and in different shapes and sizes. Choosing a favourite is like choosing your favourite kid, it depends what day.
Everyone has weird quirks. Peculiarities that distinguish ourselves. Here are some:
I find myself flicking through magazines backwards, I find it quicker to skim through.
Cooked cheese > raw cheese.
Finding ironing therapeutic.
Jumping from one idea/task to another every day.
They don’t call us individuals for no reason right?
I can open my eyes wider than usual. This is apparently a “challenge” when people try to guess my ethnicity.
I experimented with the use of light in order to manipulate the shadows and evoke a different tone.
I like to look at the glass half full and occasionally love observing the city from an aerial perspective.
This is an ideal day for me: cool view, chill tunes, sun, a light breeze and a drink.
I blame the shaky camera work on the caffeine.
Candles have always intrigued me.
They provide light and shadows.
They melt, are fragile and strong at the same time.
Are strong in the sense where it can hurt/burn.
But you can touch most of the flame without getting hurt, just not the blue.
Fragile from a gust of wind or even shock.
But let’s out a gentle aroma.
The wax melts but hardens.
It symbolises the time to even when our ancestors were using them.
It epitomises the passing of time, or even just time and life itself.
Candles are awesome.