I have not drawn or painted in months.
I know a drawing a day makes me an artist some day. But this has been quite difficult for the moment after having started on a new job.
Last weekend, I looked at a coffee table book given to me 20 years ago by a British photographer called Phillip Little. He was an enthusiastic man with boundless energy. When I opened his book, Singapore by The Backdoor, I was once again charmed by the photographs he took of various aspects of Singapore life that we do not normally notice. It took a foreigner to see how special some things are in our every day life.
I love this photo of a blue window shutter, with soft light and branches of bougainvillea peeping through. I wanted so much to paint it. I tried. And it was a labourous process because I lacked confidence, especially after having stopped practising for months. I was also impatient to finish. It is a terrible job I know, but it is part of my learning journey too. Who said we have to display to the world only those parts of ourselves that are perfect?
What is perfection anyway but an unattainable myth? We are and forever will be, a work in progress.
My Friend Philip Little by shanlung
Philip’s Final Journey by shanlung