LITTLE SCULPTURES, INQUIETANTS BUT SWEET AT THE SAME TIME. REDMILK MEETS THE SINGAPOREAN ARTIST.
When did you decide to dedicate to art?
I have always been drawn to making things since I was very young, so it all came very naturally! But I chose to pursue design in university as it was more commercially viable. I am still working professionally as a graphic designer, and am now pursuing a masters degree in design. Sculpting for me is something very precious to me that I do on the side.
The sculptures of your Instagram account are very realistic and provocative. How did came the idea of the foetus?
I grew up reading a lot of fantasy and science fiction novels. I am fascinated with how creators (writers, filmmakers, designers, artists) behind these stories are able to fuse imagination and reality, and transport people to a whole new world. That is what I strive for in my art; giving a hint of familiarity but twisting it into something else. The foetus motif came about when I was working on a show about the future. I sculpted some new species of animals to illustrate my speculative future, where animals are further genetically modified to fit out needs and desires.
Do you prefer the rose colour? Why?
I do love many colours, but rose is among my favourites. I think it is because of its softness and dreamy quality. When you walk around the city at dusk, you will notice how everything is bathe in a subtle rose pink. I am also a huge fan of Wes Anderson’s films, so I think his colour palette influenced me quite a bit!
Are some sculptures edible?
No, not at all! I hope nobody tries to eat them!
What is the best memory of when you was a child?
When I was six, I took a family trip to New Zealand. I remembered staying in an old wooden cabin, with a backyard leading to a vast field. I am born in Singapore so I did not grow up with a lot of nature and open spaces around me, so in that moment I was absolutely in awe because it was the very first time I saw such a beautiful horizon. The sun was setting and everything looks, smells and feels so surreal. I remembered just running into the field with my brother and cousins, and I really felt like a wild horse. The peculiar thing about childhood memories is that the world always seems much, much bigger.
Do you have a particular ritual during the day?
I always start my day with coffee, regardless of where I am and how much I slept the night before.
Your strongest point.
A lie you never confessed.
I used to keep pet mice, and one of them died buried under the bedding. I told my whole family that it went missing, but the truth is that I threw its carcass down the rubbish chute by accident when I cleared the bedding. I remain quite haunted by this memory.
What do you usually do when you feel down?
I usually write or read. I find words very comforting.
Your next project?
I am actually in the midst of preparing for a small show in Milan. It is still in the stage of being conceptualised, so I will prefer not to disclose too much till it happens!
Here is one of my favourites, Rain by Don Paterson:
I love all films that start with rain:
rain, braiding a windowpane
or darkening a hung-out dress
or streaming down her upturned face;
one big thundering downpour
right through the empty script and score
before the act, before the blame,
before the lens pulls through the frame
to where the woman sits alone
beside a silent telephone
or the dress lies ruined on the grass
or the girl walks off the overpass,
and all things flow out from that source
along their fatal watercourse.
However bad or overlong
such a film can do no wrong,
so when his native twang shows through
or when the boom dips into view
or when her speech starts to betray
its adaptation from the play,
I think to when we opened cold
on a starlit gutter, running gold
with the neon drugstore sign
and I’d read into its blazing line:
forget the ink, the milk, the blood—
all was washed clean with the flood
we rose up from the falling waters
the fallen rain’s own sons and daughters
and none of this, none of this matters.
Official website www.qimmyshimmy.com
Photos courtesy of the artist