Rachel Loh, an artist exploring topics of the feminine, ideas of self as well as the psychological aspects of being, will hold "The Weight of Existence" installation at our Flagship Store. Immerse yourself in her universe, and let her transport your senses and thoughts.
Badt and Co. Flagship Store
290a Joo Chiat Road
Always passionate about creative minds with a purpose, at Badt and Co. Flagship Store we seek to be home for designers and artists to come together and establish dialogues with our customers and community, as well as to showcase their creations.
Throughout April, you will have the chance of immersing yourself in Rachel Loh's unique universe.
About The Weight of Existence
How can we prove that our existence is real? Is the body separate from the soul, the essence of someone or are they one and the same? Does the evidence that someone was here and existed give rise to the idea that we can capture or see that person in their entirety?
“I think, therefore I am is the statement of an intellectual who underrates toothaches. I feel, therefore I am is a truth much more universally valid, and it applies to everything that’s alive. My self does not differ ideas: we all think more or less the same, and we exchange, borrow, steal thoughts from one another. However, when someone steps on my foot, only I feel the pain. The basis of the self is not thought but suffering, which is the most fundamental of all feelings.” - Milan Kundera, Immortality
“A slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no force;
She neither hears nor sees;
Rolled round in earth's diurnal course,
With rocks, and stones, and trees.”
- William Wordsworth, A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal
This body of work is my effort to give an outline to the image of our short existences through bundles that people used to have when traveling, carrying only the bare essentials in cloth sacks. These bundles are made from the imprint of my face in various stages of sadness and intensity while contemplating my own existence. They are then filled with soil and tied illustrating that as heavy as we might think our life’s existences are, in the end we return to the earth like many of our ancestors before us.
Our existences are the same, our sufferings echoing the sufferings of those who came before us. The same air, the same earth.