About and Contact
"Passion is a river that never run dry.
Where passion takes flight, into skies of copious possibilities..."
The Narrative
Having started taking photos using the early smartphones where the cameras in them are all but great, it has come to fruition that device would not necessarily dictate the quality of shots produced. However with increased control of settings offered by DSLRs and upcoming cameras, the scene can then be perfected into what is envisioned, and become a personal memento of those moments.
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Growing up with my first regional flight back when I was 12 and first international flight the subsequent year, the dawning of what new frontiers behold have always been a catalyst for my yearn of further travels, be it to the busier known places or the further lesser travelled areas. Both, hold their own significant values, whereby known attractions leverage on their renown global standing and usually would exhibit the monumental successes of the generations, whereas the latter would usually unfold into almost mystical territories and despite being void of much technological advancements, would make for a rather fulfilling visit.
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Getting my first DSLR at the age of 18, there are indeed still an unsurmountable volume to learn and develop, not that it ever stops. The introduction to the technical aspects right up to the methods of capturing moments would all be mostly, self-taught. Completed the Bachelors of Architecture in 2019 with MADA; and the Masters of Architecture with the University of Melbourne MSD in 2021, with the view to immortalise moments honesty, truth and interstices of beauty, and a desire to continuously learn and further develop.
A Home for Passion
Indelible Paper
“Felt and iridium. I have always seen an affinity towards the physical. Or in that matter, things which are a byproduct of such. Handwritten letters, deep meaningful conversations, a good book and a cup of tea. A good pen and some dotted slips by fogged up windows, with Olafur Arnolds or Keaten Hanson or Ludovico Einaudi in the back. Swooshing cars on rainy paths often perpetuate that spaceship-esqued notion of liberty, an exploration unbounded by all that is around. And in that lone silence, you will feel the feedback of fibers. Droning of iridium tipped tines and scratching of felt tips permeate the otherwise soft air. I was told a long time back that those with dirty hands are often living the most honest. And with that, for if not for calloused elephant glue bits, I welcome swirls of ink drops and spills. They swim in galaxies in the bellies of my pens, and would one day course out to join in infirmity, thoughts upon paper. Day turn to night as we watched final gasps of daylight falter into nights’ embrace…”
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An Excerpt from Task 6: Paris 2020 Esquisse
A Note to You...
With Gratitude,
"I don’t remember much of any of the few walls that contained us, and I mean that in a literal manner towards the latter. For one, there was not much to remember. For another, I would have been fairly young, pre preschool to even begin to fathom plotting out where this room would be or where that room would be...
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"Evening. So I remember dinners by dancing candlelight, I remember the twelve AMs where my sister and I would await for our chocolates. I remember when day slipped by, the grey coalesced into a furious pall. I remember the white flashes of monsters and their howling breath whistling through the roofs. I remember the terrors of the old dilapidating square lift up to gobble us in a slow excruciating demise. I remember when my sister would pick me up, place me in a cart, and made a game of it. We chased the lights away again. And again. And again, until I remembered what it was like to be safe, to be home.
Night. I remember the coziest bed, blankets were the only oceans I could not drown in. I remember the windows being opened as the fans died out. I remember it going to be well. Though uncertain of what ahead would bestow,"
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-An Excerpt from Chapter 1: The Context and Concept, Task 1: The House Constricted, A Space You Remember
