16 July 2013 @ 1:50 PM
1 year ago
15 July 2013 @ 2:29 AM
1 year ago
9 July 2013 @ 6:45 PM
“Don’t let this Ramadan be just a holiday of rituals. Don’t finish reading the Quran without it transforming you. Don’t feed your body at suhoor, but starve your heart of Qiyam. Don’t reduce this downpour of mercy to just a month of sweets and lavish iftars. Seek Him, you will find. Take a sincere step towards change, transformation, redemption. If you do, you will find Him in front of you. Find Him this month. He’s been there all along. Closer than your jugular vein. Look and you’ll find. Walk and you’ll arrive.” - Yasmin Mogahed

Don’t let this Ramadan be just a holiday of rituals. Don’t finish reading the Quran without it transforming you. Don’t feed your body at suhoor, but starve your heart of Qiyam. Don’t reduce this downpour of mercy to just a month of sweets and lavish iftars. Seek Him, you will find. Take a sincere step towards change, transformation, redemption. If you do, you will find Him in front of you. Find Him this month. He’s been there all along. Closer than your jugular vein. Look and you’ll find. Walk and you’ll arrive.” - Yasmin Mogahed

1 year ago
16 March 2013 @ 11:39 AM
Careless Whimper. A series on the loss of tradition and perplexities of religion’s placement in this dissipation. Of how culture mourns for itself. Of rupture and decadence.

Careless Whimper.

A series on the loss of tradition and perplexities of religion’s placement in this dissipation. Of how culture mourns for itself. Of rupture and decadence.

1 year ago
11 February 2013 @ 8:36 AM
11 February 2013 :: 30 Rabiulawal 1434H

11 February 2013 :: 30 Rabiulawal 1434H

1 year ago
27 January 2013 @ 2:15 AM

eid

1 year ago
10 January 2013 @ 7:27 AM


Intimation/Intimidation
conflict/religion

This piece is inspired by the seemingly blurred out line between religion and conflict. I wanted to show the duality of Muslim clothing article, in this case the most identifiable one, the hijab, chador, prayer veil.

How within a solitary premise for instance, conversations with God, it exhibits purity and devotion. The apparel marks a unity and “oneness” amongst the sisterhood (ummah). However, by this clothing article too, within the premise of secularity, they are easy targets of judgmental platitudes. How classification, identification and collectivism are easily brought forth. The “oneness” is pronounced here too, except by perceptions formed from the opposite spectrum.

The subject is on the bed as the bed holds vast connotations. Bed is often associated with death, frailty, isolation, vulnerability or solace. The bed too, offers another dimension; one that borders on vulgar and delinquent boundaries. I wanted to juxtapose the idea of sanctity and the profane. How we choose to allow preconceived notions dictate our personal judgement. How we choose to taint something venerable to something odious. How we choose to focus on the religious signifier instead of the entity as individuals.

Till we are ready to set aside judgments, these flowers will shy away.

Exhibited at Pingyao International Festival 2012

1 year ago
3 January 2013 @ 10:30 AM

In my introspection of Singapore’s landscape, I decided to work on something pertaining to the en-bloc scheme for HDB flats. It appears to be that in the tussle between manufactured and natural landscape, authentic nature is not the only at the bottom of the totem pole, but also the powerless, amongst us citizens. This vicious phenomenon coerced the movement of not only physical departures but also of nostalgia and historical attachments. The objective is to convey a sense of lost and displacement. I grew up at this particular site during my childhood. The flawed sketch comes from the recollection of a child’s perspective. It hinges on the idea of ephemerality in our landscape, one that sheds its skin too fast a pace, we can’t afford to hold onto. Once inhabited by people, now inhabited by mere memories.Graphic ink on negative. Shanghai 100 / 4 x 5 Film
In my introspection of Singapore’s landscape, I decided to work on something pertaining to the en-bloc scheme for HDB flats. It appears to be that in the tussle between manufactured and natural landscape, authentic nature is not the only at the bottom of the totem pole, but also the powerless, amongst us citizens. This vicious phenomenon coerced the movement of not only physical departures but also of nostalgia and historical attachments.

The objective is to convey a sense of lost and displacement. I grew up at this particular site during my childhood. The flawed sketch comes from the recollection of a child’s perspective. It hinges on the idea of ephemerality in our landscape, one that sheds its skin too fast a pace, we can’t afford to hold onto.

Once inhabited by people, now inhabited by mere memories.

Graphic ink on negative.
Shanghai 100 / 4 x 5 Film
1 year ago
1 January 2013 @ 8:48 AM

Only A Small Space Separates A Part From Apart A diptych to illustrate my sentiments towards the manufactured landscapes of Singapore. The inevitable encroachment of Man into this natural spaces. The intertwining synergy of the manufactured and the authentic, where it all revolves around the progression of Man. I wanted the whole process to be erratic, raw and organic hence the inclusion of the watermarks, literally paving inroads into the negatives. I feel that it is also important to show this great divide, between the manufactured worlds between the inhabitants of HDB residences and the land of the private properties. There is this placement of gaze; conscious or subconscious in intent, there will always be this looking upon. A boundary or perhaps, a lurch of hope across the concrete window. A distance to delineate, a distance to operate.

Only A Small Space Separates A Part From Apart

A diptych to illustrate my sentiments towards the manufactured landscapes of Singapore. The inevitable encroachment of Man into this natural spaces. The intertwining synergy of the manufactured and the authentic, where it all revolves around the progression of Man. I wanted the whole process to be erratic, raw and organic hence the inclusion of the watermarks, literally paving inroads into the negatives.

I feel that it is also important to show this great divide, between the manufactured worlds between the inhabitants of HDB residences and the land of the private properties. There is this placement of gaze; conscious or subconscious in intent, there will always be this looking upon. A boundary or perhaps, a lurch of hope across the concrete window. A distance to delineate, a distance to operate.

1 year ago