Finally, I’ve completed my cousework. This final work is pretty close to me, so hope that all of you would appreciate it.

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My Previous(?) Space, Charcoal and pastel on paper. 

In “My Previous (?) Space”, I question myself about my childhood. My childhood was a little different from other kids, it was deprived, not only in a materialistic way, but deprived of a happy and a complete family. Since young, I have heard my parents quarrel while losing the hope that our family would reconcile, studied hard for my mother; but never thought of myself and hence, losing the joy of my childhood slowly. People say that childhood memories are meant to be treasured, but is it different for people with childhoods like me?  Hence, while doing this work, I want to ask myself if my childhood memories should be forgotten, or should be kept within myself. In the drawing’s context, will the drawing be part of my ”real” environment, or is it just a drawing to me? (Hence, the title.)

During the process of doing this artwork, not only did I learn new things and enjoyed myself, but I also tried to think for the answer to my question. It was pretty inspiring, as it made me think very hard on myself and my life. Later, when Ms Yap gave me the idea on contrasting real objects with the drawing, it did not remind me of the real and the surreal, but also the past and the present. And when I thought of the word “present”, I think I managed to find my answer to the question.

I then decided to add items which represented my life experiences, as well as a photo with my mother, which represented the present me. This was kind of, my answer to the question. It is still a fact that the bitter memories I had were still part of my childhood, and even if I wanted to forget, I couldn’t deny them. Furthermore, my childhood was not entirely sad, it also had happy moments in it, and should be treasured. But now, what I should do is concentrate on the present, and work harder to make my life more fufilling than before. I told myself, let bygones be bygones, and always be happy with my broken, but heartwarming family.

I’m sorry for being cynical, but I am not trying to gain any sympathy or attention from anyone who is reading this. This was how I really felt when I was doing this artwork, and I’m happy that I managed to finish it.

   

 

 

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