…the people who move through the streets are all strangers. At each encounter, they imagine a thousand things about one another; meetings which could take place between them, conversations, surprises, caresses, bites. But no one greets anyone; eyes lock for a second, then dart away, seeking other eyes, never stopping…something runs among them, an exchange of glances like lines that connect one figure with another and draw arrows, stars, triangles, until all combinations are used up in a moment, and other characters come on to the scene…

― Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities


Every month I will post a preview of the people, the places, I did shoot [ weekly ] during 52 weeks in Singapore. You can see each story on the blog. Keep you posted.



Month 1 [ When hands talk ]


The deeds of our hands is directly proportional to the thoughts of our hearts.

― Paul Bamikole


In joined hands there is still some token of hope, in the clinched fist none.

― Victor Hugo, The Toilers of the Sea

[behind the wall ]

Month 2 [Behind the Wall ]


The life happens even when we don’t look at it. Every morning you wake up, get out of the bed, walk out the street and start a new day. Every human being acts in this exact way. We are perfect strangers in a tiny world, doing our business, losing mind in thousand thoughts and sometimes we are not aware about our surroundings, what is behind the wall.


Month 3 [  Intimacy ]


Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple,
Two lovers blow together like music blowing:
And the crowd dissolves about them like a sea.
Recurring waves of sound break vaguely about them,
They drift from wall to wall, from tree to tree.

― Conrad Aiken, The house of dust 


Month 4 [ They call me Superman ]

SINGAPORE – Two foreign workers have been hailed as heroes after they saved a dangling toddler […]

― CNA/av


Month 5 [  Space  ]

Loneliness is not living alone, loneliness is the inability to keep someone or something within us company, it is not a tree that stands alone in the middle of a plain but the distance between the deep sap and the bark, between the leaves and the roots

― José Saramago, The Year of the Death of Ricardo Reis


Month 3 [  about colors and shapes ]

The impressions we receive, which often appear merely chaotic, consist of three elements; the impression of the color of the object, its form, and of its combined color and form, i.e., of the object itself. At this point the individuality of the artist comes to the front and disposes, as he wills, these three elements. It is clear, therefore, that the choice of object (i.e., of one of the elements in the harmony of form) must be decided only by a corresponding vibration in the human soul

― Wassily Kandinsky, Munich 1910


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