Masterpieces




The island is small and densely populated, covered in steel and concrete, and its roads are always congested. It would be much more enjoyable to run in the woods than on a paved surface if I could. However, I unintentionally learned more about the island's tiny corners on these runs.
Living in Selegie, on the island's south side, we could run five kilometers east to Geylang, west to Red Hill, south to Marina, and north to Toa Payoh. Other than sports, it's always exciting to discover new towns, riversides, parks, playgrounds, and even food outlets.
The chances of finding a sculpture, much less a masterpiece, in a residential area are slim; I don't go looking for artwork; rather, I occasionally notice it when passing by. Inevitably, I took pictures and looked around. Despite being part of permanent collections, these works of art have been relocated at least once, proving that nothing in the world is everlasting.

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