does a sticker make me good?
i return to childhood memories where stickers functioned as a currency for achievement.
a curated band-aid.
a brightly adhesive sign that i had done something right.
i can’t quite explain the fixation.
i think it is me trying to be good.
i want so badly to be good. i learn to perform. i put on my mask, i walk, i talk and i assimilate to what feels right.
but in the end, the mask was only ever another sticker.
stickers peel at the edges. they wrinkle and fade.
they carry an inbuilt temporality revealing their own impermanence as the attempt to cling.
this contradiction is powerful. they masquerade as signs of durability but are destined to detatch.
goodness feels like a surface i can never quite hold onto. a sticker is a rehearsal of that desire.
i want to be good; so i return to peeling, pressing and repeating
as if goodness might finally adhere.
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Through an interdisciplinary approach, my practice examines how the urban surface can reflect aspects of diasporic experience.
My works evolve from walking, collecting, and reconfiguring the visual language of the city.
My recent body of work has revealed a persistent motif. Faces without eyes, without ears, pressed outward.
At first, I did not recognise them as masks, perhaps because I had not yet understood how I was using them to see myself.
I have learnt that not everything needs to be controlled. There is beauty in entropy.
