Step inside the surreal, inky world of globe-trotting artist Amy Goh: Amy’s microscopically detailed images are populated with symbolic gestures, ornate characters, and mythological creatures. In spite of her attention to minute spaces on the page, Amy is regularly exploring
Lately, the upper regions of my body have been feeling open, like the lid of my head is gaping open and I am spilling out into the world and the world is spilling into me. It’s disconcerting. I feel like I am too in touch with the flow of the universe, so I am always floating slightly above my body. The roots that would ordinarily hold me to the ground have disentangled, and I am floating, slightly disembodied, always a foot above myself. Suddenly, everything around me becomes doubly clear: I can see things as they are, as though the eyes within my head have opened and I can perceive colours, emotions, patterns and sychronicities as I never had. It is like being granted an extra-sensory antenna of sorts, but it also feels like a curse: I am too open, always feeling, always flowing.