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The Bitter Beetle




Here savage.


They can walk on fabric but not glass. On glass they will turn on their backs (even if they are not in the mood).



Old people. We settle for so little.



Old people Picasso.




Shadow of self.


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And that concludes our pleochroism.



Do you know who I am?

One of the reasons why World Savage (and all its orbiting subsidiaries) is so weird is because it is run by two extremely introverted people. We love our work and we enjoy meeting new friends, but people sometimes turn us into sad, wet rags. Over the years, we tried to mitigate this problem in several ways at our various stores – hanging a paper bag at the door that said “By Appointment Only” even though we weren’t, running away from our doorstep when we saw strangers peering in, charging a $20 fee for people to browse if they didn’t buy anything…

It actually takes a lot before people get it that YOU DON’T WANT TO SEE THEM. The thing is, most of us want to be gratified immediately. It’s some kind of biological, evolutionary instinct. If you’re instantly gratified, you will make more babies.

But the other thing is, World Savage is the opposite of instant gratification.

So after two years of being holed up at our home studio, we decided to take this shop space 5 minutes walk, 1 minute bike ride from our apartment. We used to look at this empty space while eating noodles at the coffeeshop right across and we’d be all, who would take this horrible space hahaha.

That would be us. We have wonderful frontage, but we are of course by appointment only because we are filled with self-awareness ok?

Somebody asked us the other day why we even have a store with frontage when we don’t want walk in customers. It’s really advertising in the only way we know how. Art and beauty speak for themselves right?

So the other day, close to midnight, our wonderful frontage attracted the attention of one man and his posse of three. We were in the middle of redoing our displays and I was making some model trees. Our door was of course locked so he knocked.

“We work by appointment only. Most of our items haven’t been displayed. Would you like to come back another day?”

“You will regret it if you don’t let me in!” he said imperiously.

I looked at the guy. He’s in his 60s. He’s with friends. We have to give face to old people, especially when they are with younger friends. I let the old man in. He came in with two of his friends, but the youngest man in the group stood outside.

I stood at the door and implored the young man to come in, but he didn’t seem like he could make a decision by himself and I’m not even sure if he could speak English. He finally came in after his friends noticed what was happening and asked him in, after which he just spent the whole time wordlessly standing by the door.

The first thing the old man said to us when he walked in was, “Do you know who I am or not? I AM XXX!!!”

In my life, only two people have asked me that question and both times I had no idea who they were. Both happened to be single men with unconventional proclivities. It’s as if they have no idea who they are outside of their proclivities, because no one loves them enough to hold up a mirror to show them how beautiful, how ugly, how strange, how human they are. And I suppose men are men – they always think they are entitled to an answer. So they go around asking people they think they can lord over if they know who they are.

What they don’t know is how transparent they are. And whatever grace they are afforded, comes from kindness and empathy, not weakness.

But of course they don’t see that since men are stupid.

Some choice bits of conversation:

“GIRL!!! You should be in Orchard Road!!!”
“But Orchard Road is dead.”

“Who’s your backer?? Who’s your daddy???”
“No backer. My father is a retiree with two dogs living in Marine Parade.”

“We auctioned one lot at Christies.”

“Who’s your craftsman?? Who do these things for you? WHO??? WHERE???”

“GIRL!!! You believe me lah! If what I say is not true I will buy you your shop!!!”

“I put cheongsam in your shop to sell you want?”
“I think it won’t sell here.”
“My cheongsam is $3500 ok!”

“SO EXPENSIVE! You naughty girl ah you!”

This went on for over an hour, during which he looked at many things. His friends did not say a word. In fact, I have no idea what they sound like. He did not eventually buy anything, probably because we refused to budge on any of the prices. He did not do anything that made me feel like he deserved it.

Did we need the money? Yes. Could we have made some deals that night? Yes. But one thing I learnt, and perhaps it only applies to gentle people like us, is that you should never do business with people who only want to win.

After he and his posse left, we immediately googled XXX. Who wouldn’t? I won’t share what we found out here, but if we meet at the store, you can ask me 🙂

We were supposed to meet him for something else but we decided not to. We sent him a text. It said, “We are ugly but we have the music.”





The one who saved them all.




Super duper…


…curious everybody!!!



While the outside falls apart, these animals DON’T CARE.


playing with the wheel of my skates


I fear for them fish


Mad March. A month of dealing with developers, main con, building management, plumbers, electrician, and one or two taiji experts.

Of course our endurance must be tested (or we are not humans). March is also the month we had to bail out four strays from AVA. They were caught by the pest control company when one of the owners living opposite us lodged a complaint.

That day we heard a piercing meowing downstairs. So we went down to check it out. The rest is history. We had to do something. Didn’t see, never mind…

The thing is these cats were here long before they moved into this neighbourhood.

Hero is named for a reason. He is very kitten-ish, in spite of his overriding desire to not die.

The other is Murmur, named also for a reason. We think she must be very old.



That will be us. When we are Finally Open.


When I moved from one house to another
there were many things I had no room
for. What does one do? I rented a storage
space. And filled it. Years passed.
Occasionally I went there and looked in,
but nothing happened, not a single
twinge of the heart.

As I grew older the things I cared
about grew fewer, but were more
important. So one day I undid the lock
and called the trash man. He took

I felt like the little donkey when
his burden is finally lifted. Things!
Burn them, burn them! Make a beautiful
fire! More room in your heart for love,
for the trees! For the birds who own
nothing – the reason they can fly.

Storage, Mary Oliver



Concrete cities cannot make the heart concrete


Bettina Krieg, acrylic on paper



Bastardized Dior Tie Accessory. For the original robust accessory look for @rustytheseawolf


Old stock gemstone stack rings


These yellow snow globes once stood in apothecaries. They covered poisonous herbs or useful poisons.


Queen of something now living amongst the peoples.


Beginnings. If there is one ring you want to wear. And only one ring.


Bob, the opossum who visits the chickens. Free animals look better than m(any) of us.


Bridget. A new kind of objet d-art. Daytime object. Nighttime light.




The past is always near the future.




Knowing and feeling are two different things, and feeling is what counts.


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You Have Too Much Shit



Work-in-progress, Fear Is A Prison.


Work-in-progress: Something the eye knows.


The second chimera that’s waiting for a door or drawer.


19th century Garuda who’s finally going home to Bali.

On Friday our friend came to pick up his glasses. He is involved with the Taksu work many Balinese folks and artists know about, a source of spiritual and creative energy hard to put into words. He also brought back a 19th century bell we had thought was a French chimera, which turned out to be a Balinese Garuda.

When he was downstairs, he kept saying he needed to buy something. He has never said that all the times he visited us. It was like there was a sense of urgency, stupid and forthright, but nothing short of adorable human knowledge. When he came in, backpack still on his back, he bent down and asked what’s that? He has spotted the strange object placed amongst the jewellery in the room. He rang the bell several times and I think, connected with it. This ritual bell was not the dinner bell we thought it was. The ritual bell was used by Balinese performers and was probably stolen from them when they traveled to perform in France. Our wise friend told us that. From the vibrrrations I think.

Anyway, he paid us in cash and proceeded to bless us with a wad of notes, tap-tap shoulder, tap-tap tabletop, tap-tap hwee yee.

He left a really good energy in the house. Said this place has taksu.

His visit has come to us in a trying week.


Magik is very important to art. Art is very important to life. Life can be very bitter without art. And art, like pornography, is very hard to define, but “I know it when I see it”.

The You Have Too Much Shit self-help book can be digitally downloaded for free. Ironically or course, you can buy it.





A Ceylon star sapphire.


I love the grittiness of this photo.


More grit.



Many times I am in two minds about how I want to show an object. I love gritty, and while it goes that many say they do, our ideas of ‘gritty’ differ. Like reflection in the mirror and water, not the same.

In fact I am in so many minds I drive myself crazy by limiting to one ‘ideal’ picture. Hereon I will post as many photos of similar shots and may all our eyes shine as the night cat’s on the ledge.

Music for these photos:


Craft Must Have Clothes But



This is dedicated to the person who said our bookmark is worth $14.95.

I am quite sad, but I don’t want to justify a thing. Today I spent the entire time taking photos of things we made. Much as I tried to push this thought to nowhere, the last photo I took before calling it a day was the above. So crabby!

Truth Loves To Be Naked.





Sculptural Things And Cauliflower







Are you one of those who like to play with the chain around your neck? Sometimes?

That was a philosophical question bud.



The telltale photo must reveal our busy lives. Yes, we’ve been busy making a many splendorous things. The World Savage online store (even if you can’t buy) is getting out of all our four hands. So we are working on a new website for our handmade jewelry/accessories/metalwork. ANOTHER DOMAIN and ANOTHER NAME.

I am so fond of changing names I wonder if there is any deeper meaning to grasp/shell. On this new website you can ACTUALLY BUY from the online store. We imagine ourselves like elves feverishly fulfilling orders, like even in our dreams.








Cauliflower is my favorite vegetable. But that is not the reason (and there is a very good reason) why these photos look so compelling. But I’ll leave that to the next post.

We welcome guesses. Winner will get something compelling.






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