Exhibition Series
Singapore, August 2020.  My father's descent into dementia began some five years ago.  Watching a warm and intelligent man gradually lose his faculties, I found myself pondering human consciousness, the vagaries of personal memory, how our faculties are so variable person to person.  And so fragile.  "Everything you can imagine is real" [... Picasso] and perhaps we each live in our own bubbles of reality.  How do we really know who we are?  How can we really know someone else?  
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