Junkyard, 2020

Years ago, as a computer salesman, I frequently rode my motorcycle across the bridge separating Penang island from the mainland.

Along the way, I navigated through large lorries and trucks in the manufacturing zone. One day, I stopped by a roadside junkyard, where old vehicles were stacked, cut, and waiting for salvaged parts. Despite their banged-up state, I found the assortment of colors, shapes, and sizes to be a piece of art.

The memory of that hot sunny day, drinking coconut water under a tree, remained vivid in my mind even after 20 years. Inspired by this rustic memory, I painted it onto a canvas.