My vision becomes momentarily shrouded by a plume of smoke which snakes through the surrounding curated foliage; while the scent of a gaseous cocktail of chemistry fills the air. The fog becomes a temporary sculpture – suspending within city spaces, transforming the visual landscape into one of a haunting dystopian environment; the familiar becomes abstracted beyond recognition.
Guided by this initial encounter of sensory displacement induced by finding myself suspended in a fumigated space – I decided to chase these clouds and observe them take shape within other environments. Fumigations are commonplace in Singapore, a city set on the equator with a high population density. The country faces concerns with diseases transmittable by insects such as Dengue and Malaria using chemicals to keep them under control.
Elusive allure and its swift disappearance guided my reflections on the theatricalities of the clouds conjuring. Humanity is plagued by fears of loss, finitude and death and comforted by reminders of the lost, aware that something might persevere, at least in memory. Yet more excitingly, it speaks, also, of a state of flux, a future becoming. A pulse of imminent change is on the horizon, yet, the fog of uncertainty has yet to settle.