Of camembert cheese, Dali, and me

My first encounter with Surrealist artist Salvador Dali was when I was 13. I was in secondary school, and tasked to paint a picture just like The Persistence of Memory. We weren’t told how or why, but were just supposed to ape the same style. My second encounter with Dali was when my Junior College […]

Guilty as Charged

I caught Chong Tze Chien’s play, Charged, at the National Library Building Drama Centre Black Box theatre today, and was absolutely blown away by the quality of the local production. Maybe I have preconceived notions about local productions, and hence, I, too,¬†am guilty as charged. The production was all about the thorny issues of race,¬†prejudice, […]