What's the Buzz?

The Shopping Bee!

okay. *deep breath*

~SHAMELESS SELF PROMOTION WARNING!~

I'm shopping again! But this time, professionally, as a part of a small entrepreneurial effort with a partner back in sunny Sporeville. ^_^

It's not anything artsy, but rather the opposite. It's more of something tailored to your evil and sometimes unabashedly consumerist desires. Make your guilty pleasures just a little less guilty. Let's undercut Takashimaya, or Isetan or whatchamacallit big shopping mall that proliferates on Orchard Road. What is The Shopping Bee? That's me, the bee. Busy doing all this buzzing.

http://theshoppingbee.blogspot.com/

Dusty Sketches

From Bored

I miss Europe!

Scarfman

From Bored

Honestly, there, it takes a month of advertising proper, to get rid of a used bunk bed. SOLD. Now this will have to suffice.

Nice Nice Things

YES! The bells are ringing for my old old friend, the new new bride!

It isn't real until you actually meet someone....

From "WHERE'S MY VOTE???"- Iranians all over the world

... who is actually your friend. And suddenly the middle-east isn't this place at the back of your head, and the violence or the unrest isn't so muted and far-away. The blinds of apathy that you once wore fall away. It is real.

You are Filthy but Fine

New York, I Love You
But you're bringing me down

New York, I Love You
But you're freaking me out

There's a ton of the twist
But we're fresh out of shout

But you're still the one pool
Where I'd happily drown

Maybe I'm wrong, maybe you're right.

Digital is Death

I'm still in this sorry habit of spending too much time in front of the computer. Thus explains the above experiment in the liquefy tool in photoshop. Ouf. I need to leave the comput

Itching

I've concluded that I'm the kinda person to do a million and one things at the same time. After i've graduated, i've been plunging myself in various little projects that pay me in nothing but fun and happiness.

Above is a painting (an experiment of sorts) i did the day before i left for Spain in 2007. It reminds me of that year out where i spent time in the woody attic extravagantly indulging in what i like doing best. I am itching to paint. but wait, what's this? I have a shirt in my head that's dying to be made. oooh. and what's this other thing? what? Oh. tons of photographs and a mini micro venture waiting to be fufilled.

Busy busy me.

Reconstruct

The Singapore Army issues these HUGE oversize grey cotton t-shirts that make for the perfect slouchy outfits. HUH?

I cut out the ARMY word emblazoned across it and add in my own peepkaboo organza window.

Look for my machinations at:
red komodo

Noir Morning

Call me eccentric.

Yes. Dawn is barely breaking. So. Clad in my pjs and a bathrobe to keep out the unending dismal drizzle, I grabbed my camera and snuck up to the rooftop, whereupon I wandered about freely outside the Terrace in the Sky, a rather stodgy old wannabe class act of a restaurant. I thought briefly that if i got caught, I'd pretend to be sleepwalking.

The full story:

2nd Fate

Homemade

If there's one thing me and my mum have always loved, it would be watches. However, thanks to having been given the one ultimate watch by my parents on my 21st birthday, I no longer have the means or need to buy another. Still, everytime I'm stuck in transit at an airport, I do my usual round and look at the watches they put out.

I digress. I really just want to feature Haruo Suekichi, a maker of steampunk watches (GET OUT, FOR REALS!) so I don't forget his work, his attitude, or his love for crafting everything by hand.

From Blogger Pictures

From Blogger Pictures

From Blogger Pictures

From Blogger Pictures

Somebody get me a watch like that last one! The article on PingMag, is such a fun read. so readit.

Lastly, since my graduation, I've been getting craftier than ever. I spent a day learning how to braid with 6-strands, and made my own mesh scarf. I'll prob spend another day figuring out how to integrate it into a shirt which I'll have to make myself too. To be continued.

From Blogger Pictures

ps> witness my first eye-bags borne from crafting and not (egads)drafting.

ROY the lobster

Meet Roy, recently murdered in a swift and humane manner. However handsome you were when you captivated me with your huge fanning tail and fierce feelers, our greed got the better of us. Your eyes told me a thousand tales under the sea. In death, you had me confounded about living. Yet, you were tasty.

Dream of the Ladybirds

Inspired by a great illustrator, daniel egnéus.
I pale, but I try.


ps>> EM, this is the painting i was messing up while talking to you on the phone. ;p

Interim

Here's why i hesitate to feature artists that i love. I find it completely difficult to bring myself to post my own work here anymore. Ah well. Here's an inked over painting of a photograph i printed. I probably love ink as much as i love... ice-cream. *slurp*

Lisa Yuskavage

~~~~~Day, Oil on Linen, 77 x 62 inches, 1994

Isn't the light amazing? The mood is perfect in each of her paintings. Whether it is a semblance of innocence or of eroded/ corrupted beauty, I won't say. Her work is just too loaded. There are many articles about femininity and the male gaze about her work, so i won't even talk about feminism, porn pin-ups, or her agenda. She appeals terribly to my penchant for confrontational sexuality. I'm helpless. She's admirable even more so with the fact that she's worked the paintings to the level of brilliance that the old masters like Rembrandt and Goya have.



~~~~~Biting the Red Thing, Oct 18, 2006

This last painting i could have caught in exhibition here a few weeks ago but i didn't. Imagine it standing at 1.2m, the pie in the painting looking so thick you could flick some off on your finger. I still kick myself when i think about it.


~~~~~ Pieface, Oil on linen, 48 x 40 1/4 x 2 inches, 2008

Break in Berlin

From Spring Break-Berlin!

sleepless on cinco de mayo when i should be out having some tequilas and wearing funny hats. it's been rainy these past days and i've been addicted to sleeping again. which probably explains why i'm sleepless at 2.30 in the morning. speaking of which, i am reminded of my underachieving days in Berlin *wink wink*, so before i update my blog with the work of another artist that i admire, i'll leave you with this.

funny how cemeteries and memorials tend to be some of my most favourite haunts. tho i'm not really a fan of peter's, here is eisenman's kickass holocaust memorial (love love love):

From Spring Break-Berlin!

Gerhard Richter

Abstraktes Bild 742-2, 1991


Abstraktes Bild, 1988

This guy is an inspiration. I like him because he doesn't subscribe to the development of a singular signature style in his development as an artist. Also, in some self-centered way, his artistic interests happen to coincide with mine (not that i am at that level yet).

No matter. His works are extremely diverse, moving from complete material expression, to the photo-real blurred paintings to painting on photographs, to his own pixellated minimalism, to... i don't know what, because i'm terribly unschooled in art criticism.

Alright. I've decided that i'm going to start posting works from artists that i find interesting. I'm finally done with my final studio review. (!!!) So in the complete freedom that i have for a month now, i'll be looking at ART. yes, finally, the time has come. can i be more serious or happier at the same time?

Cage Cartridge

graphic interpretation: collage. amplified noise. the minutia of sound. i'm caught somewhere between not giving a shit about this homework to actually warming up to john cage. >:P

Breeze

"Keeping your eyes gently closed, close your eyes tightly.
it will rain, it will rain.
and after having what she described as her most thrilling experience,
she climbed down from the tree
next day
a queen."

-Vogt Dig For Kloppervok, The Books


I have 12 days left to my studio final. That means, NO MORE STUDIO, no more being a tortured student of architecture FOREVER. I've been breezing through this semester and suddenly, at 5pm today, i realised i still care. I'm gonna make it count. ;>

LowFi

Sad little flurries spin around in a snow globe. I wonder if monet ever felt a kind of blue while painting the waterlilies.

pop

while waiting for somebody to get his hair cut in a trendy berlin neighbourhood, i sketched this outta a pic in the magazine. i think i will sketch more buxom nudes. ;P

(ps: tell me if u prefer the 'normal' version.)

it always looks better from above

Martin Kippenberger. When i get tired of new york city and dream of fleeing this hole, i look at art.

When there's nothing left to burn you have to set yourself on fire

Back,
from one of my more surreal adventures. I'm not sorry it's over. I'm returning to finish the end of this chapter.

Live through this, and you won't look back.