Yangon, London and Singapore: a river runs through it
The three cities intertwine and peel away at multiple junction. Art could offer some semblance of meaning .
The Yangon river cuts through the dusty downtown. We see sun-bronzed skin, the tourist parasols spinning.
Branching from the mighty Thames we witness quiet tributaries and busy arteries.
Rochor river used to parse this city, changing its direction, shaping its stories. Now the city shapes the canal into convenience, into obscurity.
History: boundaries are not just roads; they are memories of the slow turning spit of history
Faith: in our wireless world the work of devotion carries on, unbroken
Time & Change: change is endemic, almost inevitable...
“The elements that stir us to make art are flickering moments
“Dwelling in these moments, I am reminded that time is an illusion, marked by the waxing and waning of the moon, the earth’s constant dance with the sun. Meanwhile, a thousand seconds have passed; a man’s wristwatch slows, then stops”
“The intersections of time, history, language, culture. class, are strata
A brief flash of recognition, a hint of scent memory, a nexus of discovery
Above all, an Intersection”
– Marc Nair & Nicola Anthony