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Medium: Gifs
Date: 2021 – (ongoing)

Quarantined in our homes
under a blanket
between the sheets
I read the patterns
and meander the folds
divining the future from
a line of raised cloth
and the morning light’s shadows
today I am not yet dead

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As the days pass slower and grow longer during the Covid-era, I realised I haven’t really looked at myself in awhile. As a photographer I take pictures but never look at myself. Everyday we grow a little and a portrait captures you in a moment between the past and the present. We are in every moment loading, loading.

We do not know when our time comes. For my Grandfather. He lived his life so we could live ours. 50% of all proceeds and royalties from secondary sales will be donated to the Singapore Children’s Cancer Foundation as long as this work lives.

While we wait for the world to reset, we wait in perpetual wanderlust for somewhere other than here, a time other than now. China, Yunnan, Shangri-la, Ganden Sumtsenling Monastery, 2017

On This Day

On this day (2018)
Archival Inkjet Print
40 by 60cm
Edition of 3

On this day is a single exposure of all the pages in The New Paper on 3rd September 2018. As we continue to record activities and happenings every single day, the amount of information that will be forgotten increases. The image refuses any form of traditional reading but instead renders the news a mess of abstract lines; a representation of our collective memories.


00:15 (2020)
Archival Inkjet Print
40 x 150cm
Edition of 3
Coney island is a place I go to when I need some quiet. It’s easy to imagine one is lost in the woods when no one else is around. The image was created by stitching and blending 5 long exposure images. From this vantage point you can see the different divisions of the island. Reservoir, concrete, trees and sky. This work was commissioned by pluralartmag for the Our Heartlands project.

When I am Among Trees

When I am among trees (2019)
Single channel video

When I am among trees references the title of a Mary Oliver poem. In the poem she speaks of the joy to be with trees and the call to ‘stay awhile’ amongst them. The work was filmed in front of a white backdrop placed under some trees, in hopes of catching a leaf in the midst of falling. The work serves as a meditation, focused upon a single act of looking and the mindful attention required to notice its fall. In ten minutes, four leaves fall.

Untitled Drawings

Untitled Drawings (2019)
Archival Inkjet Print
14.8 by 21cm

A mark has no time

    no name

no start

                    no end

      no grids

no understanding of itself

        no expectations

no preoccupation

  no stress

no need for any value

        no subject

        no object

no requirement of grace

Untitled drawings is a series of images of marks left behind in urban spaces.

Built on the Ashes


In August 2013, the National Environment Agency announced plans for the relocation of the urns at Mount Vernon Columbarium to make way for the development of Bidadari Estate. The scarcity of land space in Singapore demands that we manage the use of it. If the urns are not claimed after 3 years, NEA will scatter the ashes at sea.

Round and round I go, up the pagoda, circumambulating. I follow the drops of hardened red wax. 6. I catch up to the sky. 7. I no longer see the roofs. 8. I am above the tree and I see the land below me. The tree whispers to me the promises of the dead. I am space. And all around the ashes of tomorrow.

Even in death we struggle to find space

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Bury Me Below A Mountain

Bury me below a mountain (2017)
Archival Inkjet Print
100 by 150cm
Edition of 3

Do not cage me in concrete
for I have not lived.
Bury me below a mountain
so that I may yet.

The Naxi ethnic minority believe in living harmoniously with nature. Following tradition, this relationship can be seen in their burial custom. On Yuan Bao Mountain, overlooking the Lijiang basin, lies a grave site where the Naxi people bury their dead. Scattered along the mountain are many unmarked graves that have plant life growing on and around them. With the passage of time, these unmarked graves eventually return to nature, leaving only traces of its previous existence.