02: Flowers From A Dying Field
Singapore changes quickly, often erasing the corners where memory lingers. Marsiling, the town where I grew up and where my grandmother still lives, is one of those corners. Soon, the neighbourhood will make way for checkpoint expansion, and its elders are left with just a few years to carry a lifetime elsewhere.
Flowers From A Dying Field traces the small, quiet signs of life that remain. Flowers appear in worn tiles, in plants tended along narrow corridors, in paintings hung long ago, and in the patterns of clothes. Drawing also from archival photographs of Marsiling from more than 25 years ago, the work layers past and present to show how life, memory, and care quietly persist.
Where else will the flowers bloom once the neighbourhood is gone?
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