The designers practice is always in play with the reverberations(RIVEER_BERATIONS) of their personal life. These traditionally separate poles are not easily kept apart in lived experience. Not for any of us. They are rarely if ever the mutually exclusive zones that we are, or were, led to believe them to be. And they often, if not usually must be engaged on more or less the same terms at the same time and in the same situations. Like at work, for example.
Returning to graduate school, I find it is more difficult than ever to try to separate practice from the personal. This stems from my competing roles as a father, husband, son and designer. My path from home to studio and back again is characterized by multiple detours/disruptions/interruptions. From the mandatory National Service back in Singapore, to getting married, being a parent, my rekindled bmx obsession and the Masters program at Yale, the projected path of my life is an improbable pattern produced through selective interventions, divine or human made. Surprisingly, these diversions have brought me unforeseen benefit – serendipity of sorts.
In most cases, admittedly, decisions were made for me. Growing up in a city-state, with what the western democracies consider an authoritarian form of governance, intervention is familiar, common. Throw in my strict monotheistic religious upbringing, which sometimes seemed incompatible with modern living, and it can be said that the doctrine of interruption is ingrained in my every fiber.
I am interested in the moment of contact, the instance when something from the outside, a foreign entity interacts with a set of systematic structures. Just the way those unexpected disruptions interacted with my daily life, the results could be a violent expansion of energy or just a mere puff. What I’m after is how the merging of things that don’t make perfect sense together can translate into a design methodology. (MET_THOD_DOLO_GIE))
Juxtaposition What are the various forms of interruptive strategies? What if I upset a set of regulated system or break the visual tranquility of a form or setting, what might happen? I’ll appoint myself the advocator, an agent of disruption, like a nosy father stretching his parenting skills. What if I insert my own fictions into the reality like placing an object that is foreign into a non-homologous environment. Will this result in a story that the space might tell if it were given the chance?
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Yale School of Art,
Graphic Design
Thesis Presentation 2008
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