https://softwallstuds.space/
soft/WALL/studs was a collaborative project and series of actions in Geylang, Singapore between 2016-2021, involving several artists, writers, film makers, art workers, and researchers. It experimented with renewed situations of discursivity, agency, autonomy, and communality.
Our projects included a shared library, exhibitions, acts of amplification, hosting, fugitivity, counter-rhythm generation, support, resource gathering, research, writing, detournement, game-making, teaching, collaboration, and maintenance.
Having moved out of our space in June 2021, we now bring soft/WALL/studs to a close, both as a collaborative project and space. Moving ahead in each of our individual capacities, our website currently remains as an archive of past projects.
soft/WALL/studs was a collaborative project and series of actions in Geylang, Singapore between 2016-2021, involving several artists, writers, film makers, art workers, and researchers. It experimented with renewed situations of discursivity, agency, autonomy, and communality.
Our projects included a shared library, exhibitions, acts of amplification, hosting, fugitivity, counter-rhythm generation, support, resource gathering, research, writing, detournement, game-making, teaching, collaboration, and maintenance.
Having moved out of our space in June 2021, we now bring soft/WALL/studs to a close, both as a collaborative project and space. Moving ahead in each of our individual capacities, our website currently remains as an archive of past projects.
Softness is suspect. Softness is precarious; deteriorating objects go soft. Softness is a flabby tummy, flab dangling from an arm, overriding the band of trousers. Softness is often a bad decision, like overripe fruit, and the morning on the toilet after having eaten said overripe fruit (and vision softs at the edges as the body leaks: cold sweat, hot, angry sphincter). Vision softs at the edges when a body lapses into collapse. Softness is weakness, a structural lack of integrity. Softness is indecision. Softness even has a smell: rot, something amiss. Softness overflows its boundaries, a fermenting fruit bursting its skin.
