Art

"With every painting, I struggle. I struggle with the composition and color, like how I struggle with life.  As I am working on it, through it, I heal."

Somewhere between this love-hate-consume-inserting dynamics, and somewhere between my coming of age, somewhere in my lung-full of drowsy cries, I defied the things I love. A reversion. The flip one must do to serve râu câu.

"A cartoonist has gotta cartoon, though, so I redirected my energy into these spontaneous diary comics to document and process this next normal. Five months later, they've become essential in maintaining my sanity during these continued insane times."

Underbellies are beautiful. I am drawn to shadows and reflections because they decenter the dominant subject, the main message, and instead reveal the margins of a substance.

The sounds that permeate the places of our memories and our everyday lives can often feel like background noise, negligible to its environs. It's not often that sounds are explored as a source of grounding to a place, and it's exactly what the online exhibition, "Nameless. echoes, spectres, hisses," intends to explore.

Although those who died at sea were not our blood relatives, we still consider them our ancestors, as the journey of the Thuyền Nam is so intimately linked to who we are. For these lost ancestors, we wanted to create a space that was warm, inviting, and beautiful. We wanted to create a space that would make them feel special.