Saturday, November 19, 2016

心血来潮

It's been a long while.
It's been a long semester.

It's four in the morning, and I'm finally awake at this hour (sort of), a reminder of how slack I am compared to my peers and how much more I've slept.

It's raining, a nice drizzle that makes the metal roofing sound like that when I was still living in the master bedroom back in the old house on my mattress, when I couldn't sleep and the rain was there and the sound was there and I could see the moon through the metal diamond grille and the silhouette of the trees.

I miss those days when I thought I was burdened by the thought that It's twelve and I have school the next day and I can't sleep, this is the most terrible thing ever. Nowadays the panic attacks are more serious because they deal with real-life issues. Or what seems to me like a big deal at the moment.

Five more days till finals are over and I can go back to not caring about who I am in relation to others... 

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Architecture: The story of Practice

Author Dana Cuff
1991 MIT. 

"Not long ago, a prominent architect who works almost entirely on immense projects - urban desng commissions and complexes of buildings usually hedged in by regulations, committees, and developers - told me his analogy for the design process. He likened architectural creation to the process a potter must go through when she has a kiln that distorts as it dries. Each pot must be shaped with that distortion in mind, or the potter will never achieve her aesthetic objectives: 'When you put in a pot that is tall and fat, you have to know it's going to come out short and skinny.' Based on past experience, this architect broaches the design process by factoring in future distoritions produced by the kkiln of committees, regulations, and clients. His early designs inlcude numerous ideas intended to "burn off" as the scheme is developed, so that the final result has the qualities he seeks... Unlike the kiln, however, the culture of practice does not lock out the artist once the object has beenn created, but is a creative context in its own right."

Richard Morris Hunt, the first American to study at the Ecole des Beaux Arts in Paris (1845-1853); establishment of American ateliers that were the precursors of architecture schools and constrasting with the aristocratic practitionors (principal and assistants) of the time.
The atelier - student-run studio under the direction of a studio master, or architect-teacher - the basis for academic training. The other type: established by H. H. Richardson: the atelier-practice model combining the two. MIT, the first architecture school, was founded by Hunt in the former, academic stye.

A question: whe were universities (as wel know it) established? Perhaps it is also around the same period of late 9th century where professions were being established.

"There are also architects today who produce 'paper architecture', and there are galleries emerging across the coubntry to disribute those works. These architects have found a new form of architcture that is more like other art forms and can be marketed as such."

Sunday, May 29, 2016

One-month Holiday Mark

Why is it that the most important things are the hardest to do?

It may appear to some that I look busy and am a go-getter, but the truth is that I am the same old me as always, and that the busyness is perhaps, simply, a facade I crafted to fool myself, and others in the process.

Why do we work so hard? What is the point of running when it is seemingly somewhat meaningless, because when we die, we all become ashes anyway, and the sun will keep rising and setting and there will always be a perfect weather in some part of the world. Sometimes, I feel that we're all in a rat race, and that we do what we're doing, burn our lives up at night finishing things before a deadline because that's what society has taught us to do, and we teach that to our peers and kids and the cycle continues in perpetuity.

But yet, at the same time we just have to keep running just to stay in the same place, as Alice of Wonderland fame observed. When nothing else changes and we all end up in the same place anyway, the journey becomes of importance. It's up to us to do what we consider of meaning, or to do nothing, or to be a mindless machine (of sorts), a tiny cog in the vast machinery that is the society we have constructed.

I've been musing that technology improves by leaps and bounds, but that that isn't what we really need. We'll soon have driverless cars becoming commonplace, the computer science craze won't die down soon, the Google world that The Circle (a dystopian novel I read some years ago) prophesied with drones and eyes everywhere may soon come true; and for some reason, I really do believe in this other series I read back in secondary school about a man named Vaughan (if I remember correctly) in a world painted as architecture - a vast concrete world covering the land, with different levels catering to different social strata and forming many interesting different spaces; and even with spaceships shuttling off to other worlds (of little importance in this discussion). The tech geeks seem to think that more "smart" software is better; it makes for an easier life; we can do the things we really want to do, have more leisure time. But what happens in leisure? Is it not simply an adaptation of historical practices - horse riding becomes a mechanical exercise; people go to the gym to be fit; others run, cycle, kayak, or engage in other forms of more... technologically advanced pleasures. We create apps and games to fill up the newly-free time, binge on social media and catch up with others remotely, and cut down on face-to-face time. It's little wonder that the counter movement for all things slow has arisen, and - correct me if I'm wrong - an increasing nostalgia for all things old as well (but of course it has to look picture-perfect). In the end, what we all need is to learn how to live our lives. I think that starts with morals, with the appreciation of the arts, and with competent pedagogical approaches. Technology is good, but it needs to be used wisely, like everything else.

I admit that I'm not perfect, and I'm still struggling to even get the basics right.

But perhaps, learning to enjoy this struggle is part of the joys of life itself. 

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Semester 2 Reflection

It's been a long time since I last posted anything on this blog. But this blog is not dead! I guess I really do only post when I feel the need, or urge, to really post anything.

It's a great fortune of mine that reflecting on my design experience is part of my required homework. So to is the visiting of sites, locations in Singapore I normally wouldn't go to, or at least to see things with a new eye...

Indeed, the choosing of architecture was the correct choice. I don't regret it at all. Although I'm still at the beginning and am merely a child in front of the great architects who have come before me, but I'm willing to walk down this path, and continue learning adn growing along the way. It may not be my final destination and I may end up switching paths somewhere, sometime in the future, but then again, who can determine the future? As long as I stay true to myself and carry on doing what I love, I believe that I'll get somewhere eventually.

I've also been quite influenced by the light novels I'm currently reading, which let me know a little more about Daoism (the "real" kind, not the kind  that deals with praying to the gods) and Chinese culture. I'm not like the others and am strange in the sense that I want to embrace Eastern culture, go to China sometime in the future, and learn about the ways of design from Chinese architects and not the prevailing Western way of thought. I believe that that can be found through university modules, travelling, and studying, to at least a perfunctory level; and if I manage to fuse the two and apply it to tropical, tiny Singapore (the start, at least), then I will obtain my own unique way of designing and creating architecture.

This semester has been a dream in letting me experience the three scales of urban planning, architecture, and tectonics and construction. Each let me learn different aspects of design, and strengthened my design process and thinking. After all, the point of university and even working in different companies is to emerge with an improved design process; at least, that's what everyone says, although I believe that to be true as well. These past two days, I've been sitting around, reading my light novel and slacking quite a bit. But I also learnt about my own design process, and this excites me for Year Two, really. Although my way of thinking might change over the years of my life, I believe that Year One has been invaluable in first exposing me to architecture and art in Semester 1; and now in Sem 2, to emerge with a grasp on how to design... is this not the first step to being a true architect?

I'm quite influenced by Louis Kahn's quote: what does this building want to be? This man, who worked magic with brick; although in post-modern times, the dominant building material is reinforced concrete, and especially so in Singapore. I've gotten into the habit of asking myself, what does the architecture want to be? In the case of P1, the first assignment dealing with an urban scale, the question was: what does the neighbourhood want to be? I somehow assumed the lead design role in this project, and came up with most of the designs. What this meant is that it improved my thought process for the urban scale. I worked from the moment I woke till about 2am each night. It felt fantastic.
P1 was an exercise in fitting in the macroscopic needs and functions into a unique neighbourhood; in this case, Queenstown, south of the MRT station. While others chose to start with a blank slate (literally, 'tabula rasa'), I started by keeping the geography and thinking about the history of the site and the buildings.
To this end, landscape (another module) played an important role. I've always held it close to my heart. In primary school, I was a bookworm who preached plant species names to my friends as we walked. In secondary school (and on this blog), I lamented the loss of the big strangling fig, and the eventual building of what is now called Kovan Melody. In retrospect, landscape is the fundamental I base my designs on. It exists before what I create is constructed upon it. How can I not respect it? The tutors said, start from a tabula rasa and it'll be easier. To me, however, there is no such thing as a blank slate! Before the current designs stand, there was most probably another building on the same site; in Singapore's case, perhaps a graveyard. Before that, even a virgin patch of forest originally had that forest, with its full assemblage of flora and fauna living there, with streams flowing through, with the same wind blowing and rustling the leaves... How can this be called "nothing"? Even whilst building in a desert, you can never say that sand is only, simply sand. It was previously rock... and what may now be desert, could have been a forest, such as the Sahara.
I bought a small piece of square canvas and coasted it with some white acrylic paint. Then, I dabbed a huge swatch of black acrylic in the centre. Once that was dry, I started painting layers and layers of white acrylic over it, from top to bottom, from left to right. To the unassuming eye, it looks to be a simple piece of canvas painted in white. But a strong light shining from behind reveals some of the depth of thought put into the canvas. However, nobody, me included, can ever correctly deduce the order of strokes in which the paintbrush touched the canvas, or the number of layers I painted. But this simple piece of white canvas clearly shows that there is no such thing as a blank slate, indeed. This is what I feel, and painted in order to capture the zeitgeist, the spirit of the moment.
In P1, I sought to reinstate Queenstown's status as the first satellite town built almost entirely by the HDB (SIT, the Singapore Improvement Trust, started first, but HDB completed the job); to restore neighbourliness and walkability; to create an architecture that yielded to the lowly sloping hill it would be built upon while simultaneously offering a straight view to the bustling civic centre at the top; to bring back commerce and hence life round the clock and hence energy. The fact that my design was changed so completely at the end because of deadlines and project members opposing (too hard to build, too complicated) was somewhat sad, but nonetheless, the rewards reaped were immense.

P2 was a chance at being a client, an architect, and a "builder" who makes the model for another studio mate. Although there was no real site context, since my group made our own little streetscape with no geographical location to base it upon, I still designed by taking climatic factors and the presence of the other pieces of architecture into account. This time, the challenge faced was to integrate Japanese concepts into a tropical, urban setting. And as before, I found that the type of architecture I create is probably different from the rest. If I do design for loud and flashy clients in the future, then my architecture would be loud and flashy as well; but otherwise, that wouldn't be the case. My type of architecture is quiet, and recedes into the background. It is not loud; neither is it flamboyant. It is in harmony with the landscape while standing on its own. It draws people to it. Its concept reveals itself through the experience of physical interaction, and the more one interacts with it, the more they fall in love with it as the building slowly reveals aspects of itself that were not apparent on first glance. I don't aim to create showpieces. I aim to create a living organism, almost; to breathe life into the architecture, to let it embrace the people who dwell within it, and to let it grow up, grow old, perhaps be rebirthed anew with another identity, but always retaining a vestige, a palimpsest of its former self; and to eventually die and fade away into the ground but still live within people's hearts and minds as memories of experiences. I'll touch more on that later. Essentially, the brief for P2 (project 2) was to create a Japanese-styled spa (with additional things but mainly an onsen, a Japanese hot stone spring). I approached this by first taking into account the site and climatic factors; then using that and my research into the different functions and the essence of those functions to come up with a concept - in this case, to block off the exterior to allow a full, but gradual experience of the interior. As it is with the building, so it is with the user, who is almost imperceptibly guided onto a certain path to complete the ritual that is bathing in an onsen. More accurately, it is not a bath; it is a cleansing of the body and soul to re-root the client back in the environs, away from his everyday life, and to enjoy a little bit of time together with family or friends in a warm, intimate space. As it is, I'm not very religious, but I tend towards Zen buddhism and Daoism, more so than Christianity, to which I owe a debt of first starting to sing, which then led to six years' worth of choir and an accompanying sense of spirituality.

P3's brief was to create a little pavilion of at most 2.1x2.1x2.1m along the walkway in the School of Design and Environment, where the architecture majors reside. I resolved to only use plywood, and nothing else but plywood, including the joinery, taking a leaf from my studio master's book.

Again with methodology: there is first and foremost the brief, and the parameters set by the it, the architect and the authorities; then there is the climate and landscape and site context. Then the question arises again: what does the architecture want to be? For this experience pavilion, I first determined the direction I wanted to go in before selecting my precedent stud(ies). The design then comes about, influenced by the steps that come before it, and goes hand in hand with architectural construction. A change in scales - such as zooming in to the tectonics - influences the larger design... Only then does the form emerge. To me, with the consideration of these design factors, and the underlying conception of the building as a living thing that protects and nurtures the ones dwelling within it... the form, influenced by the concept, then naturally emerges.

It is a dream (at least, my dream) for all architects that their designs are realised in real life. Only then can they know if their preconceived notions were right; if people like it and feel what they are supposed to feel; and the magical, unforeseen experiences that could never have been predicted and only serve to add on to the overall charm of the architecture. Although my design wasn't selected and was put down by a particular studio master during crit, I firmly believe in it. It is an architecture of experience and not form, and only unleashes its power when built; but that is not to say that it looks bad as well. It merely looks plain, but to me at least, it exudes a charm that pulls people to go closer and enter.
For me, the most charming aspect of the site would be the tree canopy above, especially when the moon is at its brightest (about now). From any other point of view, the ground is ugly and has been trodden bare during the construction phase; any horizontal view meets with a building or lamppost glare (or Macdonald's glare) during the night. I sought the prone, lying-down position as the main driving factor. To me, it reminds me of lying down and seeing the stars through the canopy in my old home; of simply experiencing and not thinking, of a harmony with nature that was always there but never sought out by the people who always walked past this patch of grass. I sought to deliver that sort of magical experience. And while architects are notorious for being their harshest critics, I think that having a firm belief in what you create matters as well. And I do believe in my own designs.

These three projects of different scales furthered my process of design.
Firstly, the architect works on three scales: the urban scale; the architectural scale; and the details (tectonics). He changes perspective to allow one to inform the other and further the overall design intent based on the concept. (And I would like to be fortunate enough to one day work on each scale freely with the status of a designer and all that it encompasses: craftsman and industrial designer; architect; landscape architect; urban planner; in short, a specialist in construction and the built environement.)
The principles of design on any level funamentally boil down to a dichotomy. It is always about opposition, or contrast; the other, complementary but yet different.
The self is one, a single individual experiencing what is designed, alone. An individual may be among others who collectively experience something together, but his experience and interpretation are unique and belong to him and him alone. Design has to first and foremost take into consideration the needs, emotions, and experiences of the individual, before expanding to others. Architecture is about the interaction of human with something manmade and yet at the same time, completely natural, born of the earth, but placed in particular ways that form something new.

What is design to me? It is the making of an experience with an intent, expressed through its form, its function. The concept relates to its surroundings, draws on the intangibles of history, culture, language, and is comprehended by the individual on a subconscious level. It is simply understood without any need for explanation.

What is architecture? It is function that is supplemented by design intention  - by a concept - to influence. It is purposeful. It is a harmony, an intermediary between man and nature, because it is designed by man, using materials from nature. It is sublime.

The architect first designs by considering the landscape, then the architecture, then the tectonics of the architecture, all tied together by a fundamental concept, or design intent. The architect cuts his teeth by understanding the beauty in the craft of detail, the spatial quality of the architecture he creates, and the way it relates to the larger milieu.

What is the role of the architect? Everything is connected in this world. When people meet each other, relationships form and exist as memories. When a person meets nature, nature may influence man, or man may influence nature. When a piece of architecture is built, memories are influenced, because the landscape changes; the ground itself is affected, because the building is rooted with piles and takes the place of whatever existed there before it did. Lives grow up, work in the architecture, experience what it has to offer, fall in love with the building and the landscape which contains it. The architect possesses a power to change the environment. The architect is responsible for deciding what memories to keep in physical form and what to sever; what to create. Sometimes, architecture already has a function, for the user is known and the meaning is specified. At other times, the architect has to imagine the future: the children running through the place; the place where a couple is married; the cafe where work and relaxation is carried out. This envisioning of the future is carried out and brought to life, and a newborn piece of architecture, like a baby, carefully handed over to the people, who grow up with and give the architecture its meaning, in the form of the memories they hold, and the physical marks left in the building. The architect's role is to shape the lives of other people by influencing them with the architecture he creates.

For Singapore, these memories have largely been physically wiped away through the constant rebuilding and redevelopment that is encouraged. The younger generation is left incapacitated and without heritage, while those who are older are largely nostalgic for the world that existed before. The memories remain as part of the culture, but slowly and surely fade away. I hope to become someone who preserves the physical heritage of my nation and while reinventing and redefining architecture, simultaneously works to give older buildings a second, and even third lease of life. I hope to one day spread my way of thinking to students and other architects around the world. That is my credo.

Friday, December 18, 2015

Caged

Ever felt like you were behind bars? A prison of any sort, be it one constructed out of circumstance, of literal brick and mortar, or perhaps in the mind? Because I currently do. 

I'm yearning to do so much, spread my wings and fly, run and roam and explore and be myself, cycle around as fast as possible and smile in the sheer joy of it. 

But not right now. I'm still recovering from a bout of pretty serious food poisoning that left me almost unable to even sit upright back in Xi'an five days ago. I'm starting to empathise with all those animals in the zoo. I feel like a caged tiger pacing its cage, up, down, restless but unable to anything at all. So I'm still stuck in my room, binging on movies because they're easier on my energy than, let's say, learning how to sketch better or writing about what I've learnt or actually trying to learn (but then again, right here, it may be my own fault...). I've watched The Matrix trilogy, a bit of Life of Pi and Avatar in the past two days (and boy are they good), but this isn't what I really want. I want to go out there and do things on my own terms. 

Is it just me who has ever experienced this feeling? I'm pretty sure anyone, at some point in their lives has. Just that I may experience it more often? 

I know when I was in primary school, I once dreamt of literally flying. This must have been after Matilda (Roald Dahl) or its adaptive film, about this little girl who can do telekinesis. I spread my arms and flapped and I rose to the ceiling. I think I flew out the door too. Is it any wonder that humans dream of flight, of obtaining what they cannot have through some ingenious way of doing so? 
I know on a bus journey home from secondary school, when the sky was dim from dusk (it may have been raining), I typed a small note on my phone that talks about a man in an African city, once a boy running wild and far and wide and free, flying on his feet in his village, but who is shackled by the chains of modern living in the metropolis. I guess that, too, expresses my current emotions. 











But then again, I also have this tiny fear that when I recover enough to do so, I'll still remain stuck in a mental rut and not make the best of my time... 


Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Today

I've been kind of relaxing after submitting my architecture (design) portfolio. Wanting to do work - meaning to say, reading, making notes, writing, designing - but I've been taking breaks and have been spontaneous in agreeing to go places and chillaxing. And it's fun(:

Today, I realised that even in the midst of this fun I'm having, I can also find meaning and try to apply them to my future career as an architect.

I went to the National Gallery for the second time. Then I went bowling and had dessert with friends. Then I had impromptu movie (Our Times) with my housemates from USP and right after, this other movie called The Miracle in Cell No. 7 (Korean. Highly recommended).

Apart from the aesthetics that I gleaned from the N.A.G, what really struck me were the movies.

Whatever happens, us humans really do thrive on love, as I relearned today.

Images, videos that get shown to us that are heartwarming really play on our emotions, make us empathise, make us feel what the characters feel. They reaffirm our sense of right and wrong and show us love in all its forms. Mostly between a male and female, as in romantic atttraction; but also, the love between a father and daughter, the love between friends. Relationships are so very important to us. And it reminds me again of why I chose architecture: to be someone in the background, trying to mould buildings so that they serve their function and then some. I forgot who said this, but someone talked about designing not just for its functions; but also about who will use them. A humble staircase in a home for the happy daughter, one day become bride, who will walk down the steps in joy, parents following. A playground not only for children, but also for the teenagers who use them, act kiddish, and sow the seeds of their young love. A sidewalk for an old couple to walk on and reminiscence by.

Even though architecture belongs to the people eventually, who repurpose them and add their own meanings to a place, but the original intention of the architect still matters. I'm sure that it's a great feeling to design something, and then after almost a lifetime passes, here people talk about what they did in there: how they first held hands under that tree you strategically placed; how a bunch of friends gathered weekly to go for movie nights at a grand old dame (cinema); and so on, and so forth.

Sometimes, the world is such a beautiful place. Or rather, it mostly is, just that the humdrum of everyday life seems to take over most of the time. But when we open our eyes and really look - past the perceived suffering, past personal issues, and take in what has been given to us - I think that we humans are so fortunate to be experiencing these emotions. To love. To feel so miniscule and insignificant in the grand scheme of things and yet part of a much larger whole. It somehow makes one become two, to lean into each other, look at each other, smile faintly, and contemplate the world a little while being perfectly content in the knowledge of being a small part of the universe.

I really don't know what else is happening around me. Like everyone else, I've done some dumb things in my life; but I stick by them. And it's nice to see people whom you care about move on, continue blooming and growing every day.

Sze Lyn, if and when you have someone else in your life (I suspect soon), I wish you all the best. (: I'm happy for you, really, truly.

Myself, I consider myself fortunate in having this privilege to go to university and enroll in this special programme where I find friends surrounding me whenever I need them, and even when I feel like shutting myself in a cage. They give me sanity and are a blessing in my life.

I'll carry on this path, live a life of no regrets, and be the best I can be. And maybe one day I'll live for someone else, too. Maybe one day I'll carry the weight of several lives on my back and shoulder the responsibility standing tall and proud. I look forward to the future that life brings me. (:


Wednesday, November 18, 2015

USP Writing and Critical Thinking: Lens Paper

Through Darren Soh’s Lens:
How His Photography Addresses Apathy to the Loss of Singapore’s Social Spaces

            How well do you know your Singapore?

In the immensely popular 1999 movie The Matrix, Neo is an ordinary salaryman with a job in a software company by day, earning a wage and living much like anybody else. But by night, he morphs into a man searching for the truth of the world by means of his hacking.
Like Neo, we live in a relatively comfortable environment, the current state of a country whose narrative from Third World to First is largely known to all. We know Singapore well: we live here, see the greenery in the parks and along the roads, go to shopping malls for leisure, and return home to our HDBs, public housing made possible through the vision of our founding fathers and continued with the goal that all should own their own home. But sometimes, we find ourselves in Neo’s position, where things just don’t seem right and a hidden story remains to be discovered and told. This may come in the form of Singapore at night, which takes on an unfamiliar visage that we normally don’t see unless we don’t sleep. Or it may be the Singapore we never noticed as we go about our daily business of living. But what happens if we actually know this parallel world but are simply too comfortable being ensconced in a materialistic life to have ever paid much attention to it?
Darren Soh, in his 2004 monograph: While You Were Sleeping, takes into account the apathetic nature of his audience when he raises the problems we face when we accept the prevailing notion set by the state.  He argues that we have misconstrued progress as development and face the continual loss of a Singaporean identity built up only a generation ago. Through his book, Soh hopes to change our entrenched mindsets by literally confronting us with the uncomfortable reality of green spaces transformed into banality; and in so doing, contributes to a nation-wide discourse on belonging and identity. 





           
     Some of Darren Soh’s photographic techniques can be seen from Figure 1, a photograph he published on his official Facebook account that did not make the cut into his 2015 sequel monograph, In the Still of the Night. Soh tends to take long exposures that showcase movement in nature, while always having a manmade element that serves to remind the viewer that this is indeed Singapore, a wholly urbanised nation-state. Without too much effort, we easily agree with Professor Chua’s foreword in the 2004 iteration when he speaks of Soh’s “aesthetic acts of interrupting the familiar and reframing [scenery]” to create art; Soh is “one who makes art, an artist”. MacRitchie Reservoir in this photograph is probably unlike what most of us have seen before, with its sky an unfamiliar purple, the vegetation becoming gradually more detailed and reflected in the water, and the presence of the small kayaking jetty – which, as Soh explains, “gives [us] a hint of the chaos [during the daytime], but the stillness while [we] were sleeping keeps that chaos at bay for now”. While we see that the reason why Soh takes his photographs at night is to show Singapore without human activities to block his viewfinder, in his artistry, Darren Soh also surprises the viewer with familiar places that look different and indeed beautiful in the night.
            However, when we consider Soh’s background, it becomes clear that he has reasons other than the making of art when he takes these photographs of the night. Professor Chua also alludes to this when he says that “the result [of Soh’s creating of art] compels the viewer-audience to look at the ordinary anew, to find new meanings.” Like Chua, Soh, as the author’s biography at the end of the book reveals, is a sociologist by training. Ostensibly a photographer by profession, it therefore isn’t surprising for him to use his pictures as a medium to explore Singapore’s social context.
To find out the social issues Soh is trying to capture through his lens, we have to look at both his monograph – his first – and his philosophy. Soh, in his introduction, acknowledges that in photographing the images in his book, he embarked on “a road to discovery”. The Esplanade, where his 2015 sequel and photographic exhibition will be held, asserts that this first book “[set] the stage for all that he would capture”. Whatever he discovered in the making of While You Were Sleeping is then presumably an important, lifelong exploration. In his open letter For My Son – ostensibly for his child, someone important to him – but also for the parents of today and their children, he laments that “Many places… are disappearing for one reason or another… perhaps [his] memories and [a book for his son] will be all that [he has left to show his son]”. The meaning behind his photography, then, is possibly tied to his claim as a “photographic documentarian of Singapore” who records memories of time past, as he states in an interview for the website SG Asia City.



Figure 2. Punggol, March 2004. While You Were Sleeping - 10th Anniversary.
            But this apparent reason of merely documenting Singapore’s disappearing places comes into question when we actually see Darren Soh’s photographs that are associated with his 2004 monograph. When we look at Figure 2 (a photograph Soh published on his Facebook account with the admission that it “should have made the book”), we see an abandoned lorry in the landscape. The lorry, a ferry for construction workers in the Singapore context, is transformed into a symbol that is a portent of the construction to come. The landscape itself contributes to the dreary emotional overtones suggested by the lone vehicle and the lighting. The lorry as symbol of construction resonates with Darren Soh’s audience emotionally, who know the story to come: yet another development will soon rise, and it will be as dull and lifeless as the typical flat. What Soh is trying to capture are not the objects in themselves, but what they represent. From the book as a whole, composed from photographs that individually tell a story and yet all adhere to the theme “While You Were Sleeping”, we realise that Soh is documenting for a purpose: he is making an argument for Singaporeans to “wake up” and notice what is happening around them.
To further understand what Darren Soh tries to capture through his lens, we may again look at what he posts on Facebook. He cites a speech by Associate Professor of Sociology Daniel Goh, a member of the Workers’ Party, as one that “really resonated with [him]”. Goh, in this year’s elections, was essentially arguing for the ruling government to continue planning towns with social centres. Soh elaborates with a wish that “the government [would] take a more consultative approach” as redevelopment often “obliterate[es] entire neighbourhoods’ social memories”. Soh laments the loss of a collective social memory that is “burned into the concrete”, as Goh succinctly puts it.
            Darren Soh also expresses his worry and hope for Singaporeans on New Year’s Eve in 2013. He mentions the rapid cycle of building, demolishing and rebuilding which we see in our daily lives, and is concerned that we “may lose [our] sense of belonging”. In an interview for Twentyfifteen.sg, a platform initiative of which he is a founding member, Soh further uses the old adage, “in order to know where we’re going, we need to know where we’ve been” to express his belief for “a country like Singapore”. When all these pieces of information are put together, we finally have his reason for his photographs: To document and preserve places that represent and hold memories in order to preserve a Singaporean identity. More than that, it is an argument that challenges the state’s emphasis on economic growth – more shopping centres! More apartments! – by showing that that has led to a loss of national identity. Singaporeans don’t know what else exists outside of their homes, workplaces, and malls; moreover, they fail to see that what has gone unnoticed will soon be gone. 

           
Figure 3. 021. Broken Light, Kranji Reservoir. 2003. While You Were Sleeping.
            This pessimistic tone is echoed in Soh’s 2004 monograph cover, a blow-up of the middle third section of Figure 3. The lonely lamppost below the title is the only manmade element penetrating the empty sky and almost takes on an anthropomorphic, human figure with head bowed low, as if to shine a literal light on what happens “While You Were Sleeping”. The impending sense of loneliness the reader gets is a primer for the contents of the book, which have the same characteristics as the photographs in Figure 2 and Figure 3: Largely sky, always taken with a long exposure that amplifies any artificial lighting to the point of garishness, and a lack of any human figure but always with a sign that man has been there. Together, they give the reader the impression of a surrealistic environment filled with profound loneliness and seem to beg the question: Is this progress? The reader looking at Punggol’s desolate landscape and the lamppost at Kranji Reservoir – ironically broken when it was supposed to shed light; and ironically making the night scenery much more palatable – would be hard-pressed to say yes.

Figure 4. 030. Under construction, Punggol. 2004. While You Were Sleeping.
            Soh ends off his succession of pictures with Figure 4. This time, the trees are all but overshadowed by the construction that is going on. This photograph seems to be a development of the ongoing work in Figure 2, and its presence at the end of the book raises questions more than trying to tell the reader a story. After thirty images, Soh’s audience has been faced with a multitude of developments in various parts of Singapore: Sengkang, Punggol, Jalan Kayu. The question that Figure 4 poses is: What next? What happens after these sites have been turned into the housing estates, shopping malls and parks that are ubiquitous across Singapore? It isn’t only Punggol that is under construction; it’s everywhere that the URA, the urban planning arm of the state, has eventually slated for development in the name of economic progress. Figure 4 drives home the pervasiveness of construction in Singapore.
            Darren Soh’s photographs tend to incite a emotional response from their viewer. In paraphrasing Soh’s quote of Roland Barthes, which comes after Figure 4 in the monograph, the local sees not a picture but rather a deeper meaning. The objects that are captured through Soh’s lens contain shared presuppositions and underlying connotations of construction and development shared by both Soh and his audience – and thus become emotionally resonant symbols that cause the viewer to replay these exigent issues in his mind. They paint a picture of Singapore as unrelenting in her drive to march onwards without care for the environment. They create an ideology of Singapore-style capitalism that Soh’s audience is repulsed by and eager to distance themselves from. In so doing, they persuade the viewer of the pervasiveness of this previously-invisible problem and the importance of a countermeasure.
The problem of loss of social memory that Soh’s monograph presents maintains its relevance even today. Today’s reader of the monograph when looking at 2004’s Punggol in Figure 2 and Figure 4 already knows the present-day Punggol, with its HDBs, BTOs, and LRT. Today’s reader is able to compare the Punggol past and present with other sites of development – an all-too-familiar narrative in Singapore. In this way, Darren Soh has created a book not only for a 2004 audience: his work remains relevant to a future audience as long as the predominant attitudes towards development remain.
Charmaine Poh, a local photographer-cum-writer, mentions that Singaporeans “have felt the tug of things lost” that “is not merely nostalgia, but the search for identity” in her recent essay on photography and Singapore on the Invisible Photographer Asia website. When we consider that the answer to this “search for identity” still has not been found, Soh’s work in 2004 takes on an increased poignancy today. Clearly, something is lacking from the state’s equation that links the economy directly to progress. In this respect, his 2015 recapitulation of the work that led him through a process of self-discovery is not merely personal, but rather, is part of a national quest to establish connections with the past and find out how best to move forward.
Darren Soh’s emotional argument in While You Were Sleeping gains further meaning not only to himself, but to the reader, when his monograph is considered as autobiographical. In another Facebook post, Soh quotes Robert Adams:
Landscape pictures can offer us, I think, three verities – geography, autobiography, and metaphor… the three kinds of information strengthen each other and reinforce what we all work to keep intact – an affectation for life.
While we have seen that Soh’s pictures deal with geography and are a metaphor for representing the social issues he deals with, the arrangement of his photographs reads as his autobiography when the first and last images are juxtaposed against each other. The first, depicting the BBC at Kranji Reservoir, is a reflection of Soh’s roots as a photography intern at the Straits Times Picture Desk. Figure 4, the last, is an image of a place under construction. It not only represents Singapore as under construction, but also Soh himself with his work in progress, and Soh’s determination to both improve his work and continue his documentation of and advocacy for his cause. The realisation that the photographer himself is present in his works leaves the reader with a strengthened impression of Soh as an artist with a story to tell. The audience is left eager to read meaning into Soh’s photographs – in effect, they become easier to persuade.
Soh further cements his good impression on his reader by invoking different personalities through quotations at the start and end of the book. For the discerning reader who knows Duane Michals as a maverick photographer, van Gogh as a key painter of the Post-Impressionist movement, and Roland Barthes as a theorist and philosopher who had written a book on photography and its meanings, Soh would rank highly as a scholarly individual worth his salt. Darren Soh, in essence, borrows the ethos of these famous people to elevate his audience’s perception of himself when they draw their inevitable comparisons. For instance, Soh invites comparison to van Gogh; not only is he an artist like the latter, but his photographs assume the status and meaning of paintings. Van Gogh ever said:
One starts with the hopeless struggle to follow nature and everything goes wrong.
One ends by calmly creating from one’s palette, and nature agrees with it and follows.
            Soh echoes this notion of creation in his introduction to While You Were Sleeping: “I brought to life a Singapore…”
            In other words, Soh – like van Gogh, who created a new, unique genre of painting altogether – has boldly stated that his photography is at the forefront of innovation. When the discerning reader sees Soh’s innovative photography techniques after the van Gogh quotation, which comes right before the first photograph, the notion that the book has more to offer besides artistic shots alone, á la Duane Michals, has a serendipitous effect not unlike that of realising that Soh’s autobiography is embedded in his work. Soh has managed to create a favourable impression of his ethos that contributes to audience identification with his emotional appeal in his thirty photographs.
So far, we have been discussing While You Were Sleeping as a standalone book. However, this may lead to the mistaken assumption that Darren Soh’s audience is simply those who are rich enough to buy his monograph. When we look at Soh’s portfolio as a whole, his target audience expands to include most Singaporeans. His status as co-founder of Platform.sg, which birthed the Twentyfifteen.sg initiative; his history of exhibitions of his work; and his collection of published works, one of which is his 2004 monograph – all lead to the conclusion that Soh treats his monographs as merely one form of outreach. In his 2015 exhibition, he explicitly states that his objective is “to get as many people to see the images as possible”. Even his Facebook page can be seen from a different perspective: it serves not just to voice his personal opinions to the public and to advertise for his work; but it is also another form of spreading his ideology to his audience. Through his constant advertising on Facebook, Twentyfifteen.sg, and other partner websites, Soh’s aim is in reaching as wide an audience as possible. If his photographs are viewed as argument, then Soh’s purpose in his diverse methods of outreach is to try and persuade as many people as he can.
Finally, we have to address the issue of apathy in Soh’s Singaporean audience. It is widely acknowledged that Singaporeans – and especially youth – are disinterested politically and even socially. Without going into any specifics of argumentation, we only have to look around us for empirical evidence of this statement. A consideration of apathy has repercussions in finally gaining a complete understanding of Soh’s monograph. The consequences are much greater when we choose not to take some form of action, but merely lament over what we’ve lost before going right back to studious ignorance. When we only care about things when they affect us, and blame our powerlessness on a nanny state, we remain in comfort without the knowledge of how pervasive the problem that development poses to our environment really is. When we see sleep as a metaphor for apathy rather than not noticing, the message of Soh’s photographs transforms itself into a warning: that before Singapore knows it, all her social memory and natural environments will be lost; the opportunity to establish some kind of national identity will vanish; and as Darren Soh predicts on Facebook, we get stuck in the rut of “building, demolishing and rebuilding. And then repeating the process again.” Rather than imploring to the reader to “wake up”, Soh’s pictures now aim to shock their viewer into the sheer nation-wide scale of development that appears to continue unabated, as Figure 4 ominously warns. Soh’s narrative becomes that of an alarm that sounds the harsh truth in order to startle them into action.
     Still, Darren Soh, in his elaborate effort for outreach, can be seen to maintain an optimism that things will change for the better. The “affectation for life” that he quotes Robert Adams in could be the real purpose of his photography: a desire for Singaporeans to look ahead to the future, while not forgetting the past and where they belong. In his open letter to his son, Soh writes: “Let’s see if ideas about redevelopment in Singapore change by the time you read this.” We realise that through his photography, Darren Soh’s eventual aim is for his photographs to help convert his fellow Singaporeans into having an increased sensibility for the built environment. In other words, his monograph is part of a vehicle to deliver his ideas to a broader public as a call to think twice before trying to develop, or redevelop, a place. Looking back at Figure 3, Soh’s hidden message is that sometimes, it is only when the light is broken that we are able to enjoy the beauty of the darkness. Although the lamppost remains as a human construct, the light, a metaphor for urban consumption, has gone out. This is Darren Soh’s hope in an opened Pandora’s Box.
In light of this, rather than asking: How well do you know your Singapore? – A better question might instead be: How well do you want to know your Singapore? Like Neo and his dilemma between the red and blue pill offered to him by Morpheus, we are faced with an implicit choice at the end of the book: to wake up from a metaphorical sleep and have to deal the hard truths and issues; or to continue living as if they didn’t exist.
In case we’ve forgotten, Neo chose the red pill.


Works Cited
Goh, Leonard. “TwentyFifteen Interview 01/20: Darren Soh speaks to Leonard Goh”. Twentyfifteen.SG. 1 Aug 2013. Web. 12 Nov 2015.
“In the Still of the Night (While You Were Sleeping)” Esplanade Presents: Festivals and Series – Visual Arts. n.p. n.d. 14 Nov 2015
Pew, Gwen. “Darren Soh makes Singapore look dazzling and dreamy.” Timeout Singapore. 28 Oct 2015. Web. 13 Nov 2015.
Poh, Charmaine. “On Land: Photography and the City-state of Singapore”. Invisible Photographer Asia. 7 Nov 2015. Web. 13 Nov 2015.
Sethi, Mrigaa. “These surreal Singapore landscapes will blow you away.” SG Asia city: The Insider’s Guide to Singapore. 11 Nov 2015. Web. 14 Nov 2015.
Soh, Darren. “Darren Soh, Photographer”. Facebook.com. Web. 14 Nov 2015.
Soh, Darren. “For My Son”. Twentyfifteen.SG. 6 Aug 2013. Web. 14 Nov 2015.
Soh, Darren. While You Were Sleeping. Singapore: National Youth Achievement Award Council. 2004. Print.

*All images taken from Darren Soh's Facebook/Web page. 
If he protests, I will remove this post immediately.