22 March 2010
10 March 2010
//What The Fuck's Yellow? And Then Go Berserk//
If you take someone's thoughts and feelings away, bit by bit, consistently, then they have nothing left, except some gritty, gnawing, shitty little instinct, down there, somewhere, worming round the gut, but so far down, so hidden, it's impossible to find. Imagine, if you will, a worldwide conspiracy to deny the existence of the colour yellow. And whenever you see yellow, they told you, no, that isn't yellow, what the fuck's yellow? Eventually, whenever you saw yellow, they would say: that isn't yellow, course it isn't, blue or green or purple, or. . . . You'd say it, yes it is, it's yellow, and become increasing hysterical, and then go berserk.
09 March 2010
01 March 2010
//Substation's Fundraising Mailer//
Conceived the scrapbook idea for the fundraising mailer a few years ago for BrainHook while I was freelancing with them. After which we had people from the Substation and our friends to volunteer in creating each booklet by hand. One of my projects I am extremely happy about, for doing my bit in helping to spread the message of flourishing art in Singapore. At that time, art was not supported by many as it is today.
//Chingay TwentyZeroNine//
Helping out street artist, Zero, with spray painting a few of his thirty barrels for
Chingay 2009. Thanks for letting me help.
28 February 2010
25 February 2010
//Twenty-One on the Twenty-First//
Deluded Alice and Mad Hatter by Ms.Fit / Zero
: A gift for our little cousin's twenty-first birthday :
12 January 2010
//UNESCO - Centre for Arts Research in Education//
: Website Illustration :
A different approach to represent art research in education.
The client loves bright colours and bold letters.
An illustration that is definitely new for me to execute.
Do check it out: http://www.unesco-care.nie.edu.sg/
It will be up some time in March.
05 January 2010
//Swallowed Into The Vortex Of Time//
My mind is blocked with stuffed sheep, musty fleeces, mold-covered documents and discolored photographs. Its corners caked with unfulfilled dreams. It precipitate as weather, appearing from somewhere, then evaporates leaving only memory. The memory is taking on renewed reality. A palpable reality...
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