No Foreign Lands, Spaces, Jamie Chan, Photography


Shot on a Mamiya 645 in 2012, Spaces is a series of 5 images that explores my relationship to Punggol park and the emotions it triggers in me.

Loneliness, emptiness, nostalgia and how time seems to pass in an instant; the work also explores my various viewpoints of the park with time and space and the interconnecting relationship between the elements. Images captures the stillness of time yet there seem to be a pull in the images that something in the space is missing; the identity and non-conformity of the faceless being?

Or perhaps even the lack of beings itself.

No Foreign Lands, Spaces, Jamie Chan, Photography

Silence in stillness

No Foreign Lands, Spaces, Jamie Chan, Photography, punggol Park

Sleeping beauty

No Foreign Lands, Spaces, Jamie Chan, Photography, punggol Park

Missing soul

No Foreign Lands by Jamie Chan, punggol Park

The Exit


PS: If the above confuses you, don’t worry. It confuses the shit out of me too.

I’m not the biggest fan of contemporary visual arts; sometimes I feel like they are put on this Earth to make me feel stupid.

I was given a tour today on a group exhibition with a theme on spaces/ locations you return to time after time. Let’s just say I did my best to stay awake.

Sometimes I feel like it is very easy to lose sight of what you are doing and I guess it all goes full circle to the big question of ‘what is art.’
To get so focused on the techniques and your own feelings and emotions that you lose your story; in turn, perhaps you’ll lose your audience too. If that is that case, wouldn’t it be less misleading to call it a technical exhibition where people could come to admire every printed grain instead? There’s an idea for an exhibition!

Maybe it is the documentary training I had preaching that images should speak for themselves without a wall of text or perhaps this is ‘art’ and I’m merely glazing over the surface of what I saw. Would a simple in-depth conversation with the artist or curator change my mind?

The irony is that the exhibition managed to provoke me into curating these images as a satirical response.
Perhaps if I put my ego flower aside to come up with more of these, I might get rich in the process!

If anyone needs me, I’m busy printing prepping the images for a 1-meter Hahnemühle fine art print; prices start at $50,000.

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