Mi Casa y Migration’s Breath at Gillman Barracks

From the archives of my phone, this was a day spent at Gillman Barracks, a concentration of art galleries in Singapore. It was my first time to the place since it was relaunched as a contemporary art center in 2012.

Our first stop was to Mi Casa (My House), Carlos Rolon/Dzine’s inaugural solo exhibition at Pearl Lam Galleries. It’s an over-the-top interpretation of the culture of excessiveness in his home, which frankly beckoned to me with all its shine and kitsch. I love things like that!

For some reason, I felt so at home in all these colours. It’s ironic, I know.

I seriously need a room like this. Ottie vehemently opposed.

We migrated to Ota Fine Arts at block 7, where we viewed some of Rina Banerjee’s poetic titles on some very disturbing pieces in Migration’s Breath:

(Left) Rina Banerjee, Under the wandering reach these are the parts of the world wind water lava light live, 2014. (Center & Right) Rina Banerjee, She drew a premature prick, in a fluster of transgressions, abject by birth she new not what else to do with this untouchable reach, unknowable body as she was an ancient savage towed into his modern present, 2011.

Rina Banerjee, Disrobed, torn, ripped by wind, in open ocean, in land , in this far, far exterior shipwrecked with boastful flesh on land’s edge she landed, 2014.

We ended the day with a yummy Norwegian Breakfast at Wild Honey, an all-day breakfast place full of nomz. Ottie really wants to go back again but we haven’t had the chance yet.

My museum outfit. Spiral staircases are a remnant from the olden days in Singapore. It was pretty cool to find one that I could climb in this old neighbourhood: