coffee

My love for coffee began on a night of much anxiety, stress and nervous tension in a small room in Singapore nine years ago . It wasn't a smooth encounter, though. I did have hallucination throughout the night and my heart almost exploded.
The love affair didn't blossom until I came to the office of people constantly drinking coffee the whole day. Let's just say it was peer pressure.
Nowadays, coffee has become one of the survivor's kit in my life. I am totally a "coffeeholic".
Why do I need coffee? sometimes, I wonder.
Surely, it's not because of the taste alone.
Perhaps, it's just simply love. Who can one predict, alter and control affection? Obviously, I can't.

"I don't know how to quit you"

A Childhood Lost

A Childhood Lost, 2008
Cyanotype and oil pastels on canvas

Women Painters West, Lynne Babior Award, 2008

On countless occasions, memories from childhood in Burma come to me. Some of them are so vague, some very vivid. When I look back, I see myself as the same kid who used to run around the neighborhood of narrow streets with my siblings. I haven’t changed. Have I?
I received a box full of photographs from my mother. They are family portraits taken at different occasions when I was a child. They represent the childhood once I have had, also the childhood that I have lost.
By making this art piece using the old photographs and kid drawings, I try to relive the moments of childhood that I have long lost, hoping to ensure myself that I have had them at one time.