Taking pictures begin as a way of documentation for me. Being an architecture student, I was captivated by both the old and state of the art design. Through photographs, I seek to record what I see, to keep a visual diary of ideas and inspirations. Two years later in 2002, I found myself on the streets of rural China. There were little details everywhere, begging to be photographed. Timber benches basking in the morning sun, against peeling surfaces of concrete walls, timber doors heavy as they are, with red scrolls hanging. Ceilings stained by decades of incense smoke and courtyards of abundant sunlight.

These little details reminded me of the imminent tearing down of the old National Library back home in Singapore and the closure of Red House Bakery in Katong. They also served as a reminder of how powerful images can be, when everything that exist in the present might only be for an instant.

With a camera in hand, I travel to capture moments and bring back memories, cultures and influences of another part of the world. Traveling has become an addiction, but also an antidote of the pressures and frustration of the routined daily life. Slow down with me, and take a stroll through my garden of visuals, my garden of memories.