The dark streets, the industrial buildings, and the smell of machinery gave me a bit of a Déjà Vu this afternoon when I was aimlessly visiting the different open studios of Fotanian.  I remember when I was young, my parents would occasionally bring me to their industrial flats because there was no one to look after me.  I would sit there in the office quietly playing with all the different strange stationery while my parents toil through sweats to make a living.  Once in a while, I would go down the corridor to play Chinese chess with a friend, a friend whom I still see quite often after all these years.

Seeing these familiar industrial flats being transformed into artists’ studios was quite an intriguing experience.  I think it would be nice to have a little place there to experiment and explore art sloppily without worrying about cleaning up.  But until I get a more stable income flow, I’ll probably just stick with my little lair at home for now.