Description: electronic serendipity
Fireworks on the street cakes steaming over the stove new pajamas grandma’s taro pudding lion dances and white cabbage tea and melon seeds the smell and feel of new banknotes old Singapore so long ago
My father, in those sepia-tinted photographs, looked forward to so much. After so many disappointments, he would rise like grass beaten by wind and rain, then, bent by disease, and, in the last insult by his own body, taken by a stroke, this gentle, unobtrusive man, always in the background – life seemed to get the better of him. He was just a very ordinary man who remembered all of us by making meticulous notes of names, birthdays, significant events, and cards given and received. He did not chronicle the
Artist Trading Cards, 2.5″ x 3.5″, envelops, marker pens. 2017.