Singapore doesn’t seem to have much of an art scene, which probably has something to do with it being one of the most restrictive countries in the world. I can only imagine that any sort of street art would result in some sort of caning or mega fine, which probably out weighs the cost.All the accountants and economists probably agree.
The irony is that Singapore seems to be such a commercially obsessed country, with shopping appearing to be the unofficial national past time. Advertising has inundated every corner of everything, which usually spurs some sort of graffiti counter advertising or culture jamming. However, I suspected the penalties would keep the riff-raff quite. I was wrong, and glad to be wrong. Like micro organisms, growing in the extreme depths of the ocean, street art exists and is multiplying in even the most inhospitable environment.
Brendon (read his adventures here) took us to the small but brooding arts district, a couple of galleries stacked into a few city blocks. The first gallery we stepped into featured an exhibit focused on “An Artistic Mathematical Analysis Of Beethoven’s 9th Symphony,” which I cant say is my cup of tea but we feigned interest in the collection of white graphs on white walls. From there we moved to the back ally’s and found some real interesting sanctioned pieces, which seemed to match the style of a piece we had found earlier in the day near the Food for Thought Cafe.
All of the murals depicted strong asian iconography, lots sameris and lions. The styles where clean and distinctive, giving the wall a cultivated graphic designer look. Even the flash’s where neat and legible. We didnt spot any stencil work.
Between wondering alleyways, we discovered the amazing Dark Room Army lomography shop. We rounded the day off by riding buses around and checking a local skate spot. I had heard rumors of massive manicured skate parks, with no one skating. All we found was this dumpy thing in downtown, but the vibe was good. In true punk rock fashion, I spotted a kid piecing a giant white Norwal on a quater pipe on the crowded mid day.
Even caning cant keep the Norwal in a cage.
All shots are taken with 120mm fuji 400 film, except for the panorama which is digital.