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Mummy, Can I Wash Your Hands? (2013) 

Acrylic on Canvas
140 x 105 CM
Awarded in Singapore Youth Festival Art Exhibition 2014 
Exhibited at LASALLE College of the Arts, ICAS Trispace Gallery, Singapore
3rd July 2014 - 28th July 2014 


Exhibited at Ministry of Education Headquarters Lobby, Singapore

Exhibited in Dunman High School, Singapore


A typical housewife
She selflessly takes great care of my family
Washing our dishes, clothes
& keeping our house tidy.

Water
Overflows /
Routine
Overwhelms.

In her hands I see
A product of weariness
Strong,
Yet incredibly fragile.

The pair of hands that held me gently
When I took my first breathe
Are now bent
Twisting with age
Scars and years of work

​Little did I know
Till’ I went up close

We often cared too much about “I”
Neglecting the intangibles
Amidst a senseless pursuit of life.

Perhaps not to the world
But her hands are beautiful to me
For they are a symbol of her love for us over the years
And the reason I am me.

  • ABOUT
  • WORK
    • RECENT WORKS
    • PUBLIC ART >
      • Can You Hear Me?
      • Kuti Kuti?
      • The Treehouse We Never Had
      • Waiting For
      • What do you not handle with care?
      • Shifting Concretes: Can We “Lepak” Better at Orchard Road?
      • 洗手 (Washing Hands)
    • INTERACTIVE INSTALLATIONS >
      • Stretch
      • Bind
      • Untitled (lost and maybe not always found)
      • Tree of Curiosities
      • Real-Doh Playroom
      • Real-Doh: Fun with Apologies
      • Real-Doh: Model Citizen
      • Real-Doh: Together, We Can Even This Out
      • 佳佳 Mama Shop
      • Fix-Aided
    • COMMUNITY ENGAGEMENT >
      • Mapping with Sounds
      • A Picnic In Apart
      • Field Trip to Redhill
      • Kopi & Myths
      • Goodnight Stranger
      • Your Familiar Stranger
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      • Conversations in Singapore History' 18
      • Oceans*A*Part
      • Dumplings & Dialogue
      • And Everything In Between
      • The Little Things Book
    • PERFORMANCES >
      • Is this seat taken?
      • Ghost to Ourselves
      • All The Things I Had To Say To You (Without You)
      • Grieving in New York City
      • Love Clinic
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