TwentyFifteen 03/20: Bay of Dreams by Kevin WY Lee
Whose Dreams Are These I Dream?
My parents come from a small, poor village of rice farmers in Kaiping, China. They left when they were young and strong, to chase their dreams of a brighter, better future. It was something all young villagers hoped to do. They called it looking for “gold mountains abroad”.
They finally settled in Fiji, a small, idyllic Pacific island, where I was born and where they spent the rest of their working lives. And they worked very hard. My parents were simple folks with a simple dream – to have a family and to ensure that everyone had a brighter, better future.
I remember one day when I was a kid, I told my mother that when I grew up, I’d buy her a big house to live in.
We have since settled in Singapore, which has been our home for the past few years. My parents are retired and worn from their journey in life. They spend their days now waiting for me to come home from work with good news.
My mother fell ill recently. When I visited her at the hospital, she said, “If I pass, all that I worry for is you.”
Bay of Dreams is a collection of photographs taken at the Marina Bay area of Singapore. It’s a short walk away from where I work. I was probably drawn to the bay’s dazzle and theatre. Singapore is a nation of dreams and dream-chasers, and the bay area is where it’s all on display for the world to see.
We are all seduced by our dreams. My parents are, as am I. Likewise, the nation and its people.
We all imagine and yearn for a future for ourselves. We map our journeys and spend our entire lives chasing that which we imagine.
Our dreams consume us when we sleep, and when we walk. Like a mirage, they seem near, yet so
strangely far away.
Often, in the endless pursuit of our dreams, we forget that we also steal the dreams of others along
the way. These images represent dreams – mine, yours, ours and theirs – real, or maybe imagined.