Objects

Hello 6 months later. I intentionally didn’t make writing on here my priority, therefore here I am, trying to compose my thoughts after 180 days. I was wrong to do so, because now I’m like a kid who struggles to dig out her favourite toy from a messy toybox and doesn’t know where to start.




At the beginning of this year,
the ambiguous backgrounds in my paintings gradually became comprehensible.
I feel the distance between me and that liminal space is getting bigger.

before then
those many limbs of my soul were pulled in different directions.


today, I can taste calmness and stability. somehow.


I returned to pay attention to the relationship between the space and myself, myself and the objects within it.


 

My identity shifts with the location
from E1 London to now 24127

I leave a little piece of me in each corner of this room
I take up     just enough space
 

I wrote, in 2020

 

As if that formless pieace of me, over time, grew into shape and shaped the furniture in that room. Can we also say the objects in our dwellings become vessels of our spirits?
Aren’t they like quiet observers, silently canning fragments of our lives?





I started to create for celebrating this particular relationship.

This is the first painting of this collection. I call it Bedroom.
I instinctually chose to put two canvases together, feels like looking through a window to me.

 

and my first attempt at making a chair.
A few steps away from calling it a finished work,

Why chair?

I’ve always been drawn to this indispensable object in our domestic space.
Usually it has arms and legs, like us. It’s mobile, like us. It holds people, just like us.

Possibly, it’s because of our resemblance.

 

Carlo Rovelli, the author of The Order of Time (Love the book!) says, “Objects are characterised by the way they interact with something else, so when it’s not interacting, it is not existing in some sense”

I get helplessly attached to things I own.
I don’t give away the chance to bond easily, but when I do, the love is unconditional.
In this case, their existence is real, I suppose.

 

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