I just wanted to share this post because it shows such a beautiful side of Malaysian Heritage. I think it captures the rich traditions and culture in an actual sculpture. It is a wordless speech about how they used to live, a speech ‘seen’ by many generations after the creator has long since past. As humans we conform our surroundings to suit us, but we forget that our environments shapes us too. For example, the asian culture of having meals at a round table with dishes in the center and then individual rice bowls, making us predisposed to share our food. The artistry of the buildings interior can also depict cultural motifs like batik that comes from symbols that went along with legends and folktales; extending generational memory through the use of architecture.

We should appreciate the beauty we grew up in. Like Dorothy said after she took a long trip down a yellow brick road. There’s no place like home.