Some days I ask myself "why do I even bother with furthering my education?" Some days I ask myself "why do I bother justifying myself?" Some days I truly believe that I could get my own education from books and obsessive self-criticism. Some days I wonder to myself if I would have been better off just teaching and making a bigger change. Back then, the constant frustration with teaching is not being able to convince art's purpose to other folks who are smarter than me, older than me, wiser than me. Now, the frustration is convincing people on a stupid tiny reason or idea that doesn't even amount to anything grand and intrinsic. One small suggestion becomes a debate of useless proportions; one small email becomes so impossible to send; one introductory meeting becomes an existential crisis. "Why do I still bother making my point with these people anyway?" But there were really rewarding days when the kids were the ones who provided the motivation, and the difference I try to make becomes tangible. The old saying goes: "You won't know the importance of something until you have to teach it to someone who knows nothing of it" is a timely reminder. I really just want to complete college and get the fuck out of here. I also want to eat-cry myself to sleep.
For the man who made this woman to be the straightforward, honest, stubborn and idealistic pain-in-the-ass. Thanks for the arguments and the dad-jokes, but especially for reminding me to keep my principles and priorities in check. Pandan, coconut and gula melaka cake from @edithpatisserie (the best cake-makers lah!)
Hard to dislike any of the works in this show but this is my favourite. The life cycles are personal yet universal, and the copper surface is so beautiful to look at that it started becoming like a visual lullaby. But also, Richard and wife were super duper nice!