Through books, we may observe the unknown, the distant, the unreachable, and in that process we make sense of our own selves.

It is also the juxtaposition between the imaginary and our own lived experiences that either reinforces a feeling about a known place, recaptures a faded memory, or reveals a truth that we were unaware of.

Not settle with familiarity and explore unfamiliar territories…

The world moves and we move with it. 

Enfolded in chaos, I felt the energy of criss-crossing lives.

Unresolved narratives

Like open doors

Or small flames that keep burning

There once was a world where accidental images happened often and where life in general was much less formatted and predictable.

The shimmering sunlight after the rain

Makes the world glow

A season where warmth breaks through rainwater and stormy clouds

While observing people’s daily routines shaped around digital devices in Bangkok, I kept seeking an essence, an ideal… Questioning where our sense of Beauty resides in today’s world, in people’s minds and perceptions.

Ahead of autumn. People watching on the RER, a stroll in the first arrondissement, gimbap lunch at Palais Royal, haircut, letter writing at CDG airport, and a Japanese word to describe the last days before a season ends.

A sense of strength and fragility combined.

The strength of nature.

The fragility of nature.

The strength of human beings.

The fragility of human beings.

The strength of fragile things.

The fragility of strong things.

One tangled with the other, alternating endlessly…

The harmony of opposites.

18th floor. Bird’s-eye view. Close to the sky.

From Luberon. Where light and shadow belong together.

The completeness of incomplete drawings.

Returning to Singapore after many years, reading Georges Perec, and thinking about the relationship between cities, people and the passage of time.

Some places are said to not draw much attention nor make any impression. Yet such places can leave traces through a set of unexpected circumstances, events, and emotions. Colombo turned out to be that sort of place for me.

Soaking up the moments that will not repeat in the same way again.

Finding solace in colors and lines.

A single moment can be captured through a thousand variations.

Each with its own hue.

Something basic like this shows that possibilities are endless.

from Bonnieux

from Bangkok

Rather than a place, Wat Phou is a feeling, an emotion… brought from the past.

The scattered ruins of the Hindu-Khmer complex, now blending with the tropical mountain landscape, hold their hidden secrets to this day.

Wat Phou’s history is like an un-decoded cipher that archeologists still struggle to piece back together.