ALEXIS CHEONG
National Junior College
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2020
Untitled
Sculpture

This piece was made because of the overwhelming dread I felt while making my way to school. It’s the subtle interlacing between the physical transition from the comfort of my home to the school, and my thoughts and anxieties that make the journey to school, a foreign place, so nauseating and dreadful in essence. Like falling down a rabbit hole and spiralling continuously as auditory and visual cues of the physical world overload my senses as I try desperately to gather and form coherent thoughts in my mind to calm myself down. An attempt to stop the overthinking and the spiralling as one may put it.

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2020
Untitled
Drawing

This piece was made as an attempt to capture what it felt like to be losing something, physically representing what the sinking in the very core of our hearts felt like. An instance of peace amidst this pressing, heavy emptiness in the very middle of ourselves. The awkward juxtaposition and intertwining of two very disparate emotions are forcefully placed together. For this piece, I was mostly just attempting to experiment with a new style, diversifying my ways of representation from abstraction to a more stylised, lined piece.

0
2020
Untitled
Drawing

This piece was made as an attempt to capture what it felt like to be losing something, physically representing what the sinking in the very core of our hearts felt like. An instance of peace amidst this pressing, heavy emptiness in the very middle of ourselves. The awkward juxtaposition and intertwining of two very disparate emotions are forcefully placed together. For this piece, I was mostly just attempting to experiment with a new style, diversifying my ways of representation from abstraction to a more stylised, lined piece.

Junior College 1
Untitled 2020 Sculpture

This piece was made because of the overwhelming dread I felt while making my way to school. It’s the subtle interlacing between the physical transition from the comfort of my home to the school, and my thoughts and anxieties that make the journey to school, a foreign place, so nauseating and dreadful in essence. Like falling down a rabbit hole and spiralling continuously as auditory and visual cues of the physical world overload my senses as I try desperately to gather and form coherent thoughts in my mind to calm myself down. An attempt to stop the overthinking and the spiralling as one may put it.