What I love most about painting is its surrealistic aptitude. Anything could be rendered in any color. Everything could exist without perspective or gravity. Reality, which is three-dimensional, is often overwhelmingly real and cruel. I am elated to confine it to an artificially created tranquil two dimensions. This goes the same for the scales. Perhaps I am fighting to silence this uncontrollable, frantic days of my real life to bring them under control through creating art.

 

  As a fashion design graduate, I have been immensely influenced by fashion-related elements such as opulent details of the vintage eras, delicate textiles, and sophisticated embroideries. Inevitably, they led me to value endeavoring artisanship, and I am creating my art in the same manner.

 

  My art represents my life’s stories on an unrealistic stage. My personas play their parts as a juggling clown, fearless heroine, dear protagonist, audacious ancient teenager, and I expect to discover more.

 

  While chasing my personas, I recollected my memories and nightmares from my childhood. They led me to the point where I defined my long-term phobia as a fear of prevalent beauty. Then, one step further, I realized there are things people admire and cherish yet could easily cause merciless terror within a moment. What about “romantic love” in particular? It can be just terrifying.

 

  My recent work is a series on this new hatched theme: Phobia: Terrified by something darling and even fragile. This series speaks a silent, exquisite, meticulous, and artificial beauty with a hint of humor.