Why did I chose cardboard?   Because cardboard is the better representative of our modern industry. What do you think of when I say the word ‘industry’? In the post-impressionism and early modernism period (late 19th and early 20th century), industry was all about steam, steel, and machine. And the industry had a affect […]

  I dreamt a few years ago of making a piece of painting which was composed by strokes of pink and mint. It felt like a velvet grassland… covered by cherry blossoms… It felt like a lover’s hand. It was a wet dream, like that in between spring and summer in my hometown, where rain […]

         If only it grows horizontally or forward… It’s like the forking multiverse… fractal… for ants      Borges got that though

         An exploration/rethink of my little studio space. A studio is a tool. And tool is an extension of our body. I’d love to know every inch of my body. Stretching my body and mind is my way of meditation. I’ll have my ego extended, stretched, touching the tip of a street […]

A nightmare about me having extra breasts. They hurt in that dream. I believe it came from my anxiety about my body.   I dream a lot at night. Some of them remain during the day, some get lucky and get recorded. I tried to make something about my dreams. They are personal, outlandish, exotic… […]