Love Post 2042 from ApostrophePong on Vimeo.
2042 is the postcode of Newtown/Enmore, NSW, Australia where I have spent half of adult life for almost ten years. It is one of the best places in the world to live in and it will be one of the things I will be missing the most.
This video is a series of photographs I took in a Summer 2006 at Bank Hotel, next to Newtown Station. Folded window panes reflect commuters passing by an old post on King Street. Something is living in oblivion.
This is the last video I make for Kino Sydney, the last video in Australia. However, there are still some materials I shot in Sydney to make some videos and they probably will be produced when the time comes and I settle down a bit in Bangkok.
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I was intrigued by what was scattered along the tunnel. I was not sure what it was until had a closer look then realised someone might have been arguing with the ceiling cat.
I must say that Newtown Festival on the surface is the same event as every year or other events that has been rolled out in Spring-Summer. But it is in a big scale with estimated 80,000 punters. I look for something fresh to photograph just to discover that the trash interests me the most. While we are enjoying a good time, do we consider what we leave behind before moving on the next stop of decadence? Bubble is a symbol of joy and dream but it does not really last.
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Forsaken Cycle of Our Relationship
Our commitment has stopped spinning. The same direction we go towards is the end. If anyone could pick the rest of us, it would be the hollow promises we made to each other.
Discontinuity of Faith
The millennia-year-old story has been whether given up or passed on. It seems like a colourful offer for a beginner. But there is nothing to carry on and nowhere to go.
A Shortcut of Hope
On a long deserted way to the other side, we can only feel the baking Sun above. They are too fragile to go on and so are we. But just a glimpse of green grass can fuel us there.
Window of an old warehouse in Newtown, which is converted into an office building, is textured by traces of pigeons’ drops. The building is now repainted by order of the Council. What a shame, because I was drawn into the peeling white paint that gave the historic character. Now that nostalgic look is completely destroyed by ugly yellowish cover.
Anyway, this is my first post to the blog in 2007 and the last of the last from my first solo exhibition, Passive Intruder. The exhibition was extended at _Buzzzbar Cafe,_ Newtown for another 3 weeks, giving an extra exposure.