anak seni

Sitting in front of me were 3 guest critiques, my tutor and my fellow studio mates. As usual not afraid but my hands were shaking. Presentation. This is my battlefield and I can’t resist them from showing the excitement that I had. Standing behind me handsomely, were 15 A2 drawings (some of them I couldn’t finish it), 1 1:200 model, and 1:20 sound bath model. Before I had a go for my final presentation, I closed my eyes and had one last breath, suddenly all these images projected in my mind…

I can still remember, how far I used to live 2 years ago. 8 km from university while just relying on tram and most of my classes started at 9 am but I never complain. I killed the traveling time in tram on thinking how I could I amazed people with my idea.

I can still remember, how fools I am before I get into university, when my eyes were blinded with computer games and I start forgetting what does art means to me. Fortunately a guy who worked in Pasar Seni saved me.I owe him a bright future.

I can still remember, the day I went to JPA interview for ‘Seni Bina’ course, I had no idea what does architecture means but I threw my dices because the course contains a word ‘Seni’ in it.

I can still remember, how sad my dad was when I refused to be a doctor and I had picked some weird art course but I’m sure that now he is really proud of me.

I can still remember, the night I was awake until morning to finish up my SPM Seni Reka portfolio. There was nothing that could made my body and mind non stop operating other that having pleasure of working with obsession.

I can still remember, every single trophies that I won for poster competitions back in secondary school and how my mom smiled when she saw one of the trophy had a same height as me.

I can still remember, how mad my primary school maths teacher was, when she realized half of my maths books was filled with comic that I drew. It was detained under her office and disappeared from my sight forever. I wish she had spent two minutes of her ‘female cikgu chatting time’ to read it and realize how great the drawings were.

I can still remember, how me and my brother planned to be cartoonists when we grow up and I’m amazed that he still adhere the dreams. Hold it there brother, I promise that I will establish a studio for us.

I can still remember, the hard life that my family had when we get back in Malaysia. There is no way my parent would buy me toys, but it didn’t make me sad because I could make them out of papers.

I can still remember, how was the second hand lego bucket that my dad bought back in UK had give some space in my brain for creativity. Ayah, I really appreciate it. Thankyou

I can still remember, when I first participated in drawing competition. I was 6 and it was far far away from my win. My mom convinced me, said its ok with smile.. But I was persisted and promised that every single first place trophies will be mine.

I can still remember, how proud I was when my art teacher showed my mom’s drawing to my class as an example for the next week drawing competition. I never knew my mom could draw such a beautiful drawing! It was the moment when my eyes are opened to art and it was when my art chapter begin!

and ayah, mama this one is for you

I rolled my words, made them sway on a dancing floor in a hall of idea, swing along with the songs that came from my drawings and models.
and the final presentation went really well. I can see each of the guest critiques’ faces were filled with satisfaction and I still can’t forget what one of the guest critique said, ‘Its a flawless project, welldone.’

Alhamdulillah, my design subject for architecture studies degree is finally over with satisfactory!

Below are the best 6 boards that I bet in for the exhibition. Because we were only allowed to present 6 A2 boards (3 front and 3 at the back), so I put the first 3 with my digital renderings and 3 at the back with my hand drawings.

3 digital renderings

3 hand drawings

ps: I had my job interview last Friday and I’m not sure myself whether I had nailed it or not.. maybe because I’m immuned with interviews so I don’t feel what I supposed to feel in the real one. sigh..