An exhibition at the SAM@8Q.
Exploration of the nature, implications, and symbolism of the Image as a medium.
I re-created a few images myself…
An image may be real, yet unreal. It can reveal, yet hide the truth. All at the same time, in the same reality and dimension.
It all depends on what the author of the image wants us to see.
I like her.
She turns real life into fantasy, fantasy into reality.
“In a decaying society, art, if it is truthful, must also reflect decay. And unlessit wants to break faith with its social function, art must show the world as changeable. And help to change it.”
– Ernst Fischer
Comparisons – the source of all unhappiness, discontent, and self-doubt.
Stop it.
So after being “tricked” by the tuk-tuk driver, we ended up at the Killing Fields on our first day in Phnom Penh.
It was an utterly depressing start to our stay, to say the least. But yet, the visit seemed absolutely necessary for anyone visiting Cambodia, at least for the first time. In memory of the many victims of the Pol Pot regime, the area has been kept silent, peaceful, and the atmosphere respectful to the deceased. As we walked around the compound with our audio guide (which was so extensive that I didn’t have time to listen to everything), I could only imagine to suffering and pain that took place here.
And again the reminder came: We cannot choose where or when we are born, so whatever we are given, we should make the best of it.
And I would say, in our country, we are really given A LOT.
Sometimes the things closest to us
Are the things hardest to understand.
Sometimes the things we want the most,
Might be what is hardest to get.
Sometimes the things we try so hard to find,
Could be deep inside us, and we never realise.
Sometimes things we seek, come in different forms,
And we spend our whole lives trying to figure these things out.
When a day is not enough,
But a second longer would make the day too much.
If life is so unpredictable,
Sometimes much too fast,
Where then, lies the value of dreams
Was nearby and decided to drop into this quaint, quiet bookstore.
The air was a little stuffy, and the shopkeepers were a little too noisy.
But I was surrounded by books, Kindly the Kindle, and Xue’Er the camera.
Don’t think there’s a better way to spend a Saturday afternoon alone 🙂
Along Life's Path 