The Edge of Shadows

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Everything that we see is a shadow cast by that which we do not see. – Martin Luther King

 

Our fears and miseries are like shadows cast by the weight of our dreams and hopes. The greater our aspirations, the deeper the shadows behind them. My works draw on the city I live in, particularly its transitional spaces—shopping malls, airports, train stations, and construction sites. Singapore, a densely populated city-state, is marked by its high-rise estates and an abundance of malls and industrial complexes. Like many growing cities, it is in constant renewal: buildings are demolished while new skeletal structures rise swiftly in their place.

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The darkened voids framed by scaffoldings, steel beams, and unfinished frameworks often resemble portals—gateways to the unknown. These constructions, suspended between completion and erasure, reveal a liminal zone where time feels unsettled. They do not evoke concrete memories, but instead suggest an in-between space where the real and the imagined converge. Within these layered geometries of progress and impermanence, shadows become metaphors for longing and uncertainty—a paradoxical realm where reality and utopia coexist