I have driven through the lovely campus of Nanyang Technological Institute on many occasions these past few years as Older Daughter has been pursuing her love of the word through Linguistics & Literature.
One of the most beautiful spots on campus is the School of Art Design & Media. I have such an inexplicable urge to roll down the slopes which adorn the building; but as I sadly discovered, not really do-able.
On one of these slopes features Michelangelo Pistoletto’s living art installation. I love it when worlds collide: big excitement.
Singapore has a relatively short history, so our historic buildings are also fairly young. Nevertheless, I am awed by the beauty and gravity that is conservation, and the importance of these buildings to our past.
I am a creature of habit. If left unchecked, I will drive by familiar roads, walk by the same paths, cook tried & tested family favourites. Yet, because someone wise told me long ago that I should break routine at least once a day for the purposes of stimulating creativity, I try to shake it up a little when I can. Continue reading “fruit of a different route”
“Darling, when you run tomorrow morning, see if you can find this?” came this request as he pushed his computer in front of my nose. Peering at his photograph of what looked like a sweet bun nestled among leaves, I looked enquiringly at him as Loving Husband explained that he chanced upon this curiosity, stark against the dark of foliage, made even more interesting in the twilight hour of his run in the Singapore Botanic Gardens. “I want to know what it looks like now” he explained. Continue reading “little surprising treasures”